Warm summer rays soak into the dark streak that covered her back although she was able to stay cool for the most part she tended to enjoy the shade. She wished to see the male she had met before gain but for now her wonderings are aimless. She strides forward gracefully south from Mecor Vally keeping in the dense trees that circled the mountain pack. She had seen very little of this place she called home which she couldn’t deny, frustrated her a little. She gnashed her teeth together making her way to Aplos once again.

It had fast become a haunt of her own. Ghostly blue eyes hunt almost religiously for the black, grey, and blood coated male but without sign, she leaves the comfort of the tree line and stalks along the rivers edge. The breeze seems to come from the mountain this moment and knowing this she is unwise to continue straight but she isn’t hiding from anyone and the one she is searching for she feels little need to surprise him.

She grew hungry in her roaming and yet her stomach only gnawed itself a little. She wasn’t a creature underfed by any means but wanted the thrill of the chase, a struggle between her jaws. Absentmindedly Enya licked her chops her mind dancing around the thought of a meal. Only small creatures are likely to be here and yet perhaps she would be lucky to find water fowl to satisfy her until she could find something her teeth truly ached for.

The black shadow in the distance grasp her attention exciting her enough to make her movements with purpose. Lazy movements built up to a trot closing the distance rather quickly she slowed her pace when the wolf was within a better line of site. This was not the scent of male she hunted for and yet curiosity wouldn’t allow her to leave. He was up to his sides in the water with his muzzle low as though he where studying something she refused to speak to this creature and sat silently in observation.

This male should be aware of her presence. She wouldn’t start any fights this day. He would have to challenge her and who knows she may even get something out of this. At the same time she couldn’t ease the itch in her teeth that her mind kept bringing to her attention. For now she let it go as she let her mind drift; internally questioning the stranger whom the scent of the bog slightly aged still lingered.

*OOC: Sorry it's not the best, hopefully it will get better soon!*