It has been a long time since she had entered the freelands. The last time she believed it had been when she was crossing to join Galileo in Asteraia. Now though she was out here for a different reason. She was looking for loners and wolves who might have been wishing for a home, exploring the free lands in a hope to find anyone who may wish to find safety in the fields. It didn’t mean that she would find anyone. She was hardly going to force anyone to come like the Nazgul would. Instead she would try to talk to them, encourage them to take a look if nothing else before having them come back. She figured it may be hard with their current king’s reputation, but that was why she was trying, she was not in any way vicious, though perhaps she was still a bit strange.

The slate and russet female wasn’t looking for anyone in particular. Perhaps just someone wandering around like herself. Even pleasant conversation wasn’t beyond her for today. The bright teal eyes scanned the horizon before she dipped into the woodlands. It had been a very long time since she had been able to run though the trees as she was doing now. Her angelic given grace allowed her move so smoothly over the grounds, her parents given her long legs to run for days, making her look a bit like a spirit dancing through the forest as she enjoyed her time out of the flat lands of Asteraia. She loved Asteraia, but sometimes the flat lands could grow a little dull, being out here was like a fresh breath for the first time in a very long time.

She stops when she sees the white fur of the female and then the tri-colored form of a younger male. Feeling curious Embla bounds up to them slowing to a walk when she is close to them both. She moves so that the three of them created a triangle together, her red highlighted tail waving out behind her. ”Hello to the both of you, I am Embla. Am I interrupting anything?” She had no idea if she was or wasn’t, the male had a scent of a wolf new to the lands the female heavy of Spirane and the freelands. Embla too when she was much younger was from Spirane, but she had left to be with her imprint just as her mother chose to join a pack rather than be a wanderer to be with her father. It was all history though.

She stood a soft almost dreamy expression setting over her features, bright blue optics running over the female and then the male in turn. She was quite the sanguine figure, not lacking the cheerful emotions but at the same time not quite over the top as some wolves could be. If she was interrupting something she would leave simple as that.