Foolish might have been a good word for what she was doing. Small as she was though she was strong and knew while she was getting close to her limit she wasn’t there yet. She could still go farther and press harder. Her blood screamed for her to continue, thankfully she was bred strong and tough but there was only so much any wolf could take in these conditions. Finally she spotted, what she thought, was a tree line in the distance. With renewed vigor she pushed a little faster towards the darker area off in the distance but that wasn’t all she saw out in the snow. Something was moving towards her though, but the form matched the background making it truly hard to tell. It was much bigger than her, clearly a wolf but by no means her young daughter she had been searching for.

Zeltzin by no means could make out who it was at a distance. She wasn’t sure if she should approach the other either, but her trust in others over came her, perhaps they were in trouble too, but the sureness of their movements made her doubt that as they slowly came together and soon the figure began to become clear. Eden. What was he doing out here in the middle of this storm? She figured perhaps the Glorall Alpha was thinking the same. A healer generally didn’t wander far from their home it felt, usually staying close to those who needed them, but protective mothering instincts brought her out here something she didn’t know for sure if Eden really shared. Zeltzin knew he had children, one child she had seen had taken up residence in Taviora recently, but Eden was… different. He was far from bad but he was different but still an enigma in a way to the gentle female.

She shivered slightly looking up at his piercing gold eyes almost feeling him judging what she was doing out here. There was something else though, he posed his body to shield her from the wind, something she thought was borderline caring in a way. It didn’t do a lot, but it certainly was noticeable for the Aztec female. ”Eden, what are you doing here?” She asked looking up at him. He didn’t look bothered by the cold at all, but his fur was much thicker than hers. Politeness kept her rooted but her ochre and red eyes moved towards the trees in the distance where the shelter was.

She really did wonder what he was doing here and why he stopped for her. Always she was curious about him and who he was. He did remind her a lot of Anselm, she was certain somehow the two were related but she always thought it would be a bit odd of her just to outright say it to the male or ask about such things. ”I was just… heading over there, do you want to come with me?” She asked him giving him a small smile before pushing her way through to the tree line, ”Unless you know of another place closer that we can maybe wait the storm out?”