Bryce had discovered early on that the swamplands that occupied a part of the Enocra Woodlands was the place to be if she was seeking silence. The luculent explanation to this was the smell, it wasn't the most pleasant of all, she would not lie. But after a bit of getting used too, the scents of nature were bearable. She could even find the hints from the flowers that thrived in the environment. It was peace and serenity, and she found it pleasant to spend the majority of her time there.

That is, until her peace is broken. The sounds and smells of another wolf put her on the alert, though she is by no means ready to pounce at the first moving thing. Bryce was an intimidating enough presence on her own, she rarely had to fight because other loners respected her space, as she did theirs. "You must be new around here." She greets the other wolf, without yet seeing him. Her feet bring her in his direction, and soon she meets the dark wolf, much like herself. It felt hypocritical to say, all things considered, she herself was new in these areas. "Most people steer clear of the swamp. Nasty monsters in there, yeah. They'll leap out and gnaw a wolfs leg off, no problem."