Luna

The white wolf's fur blended nicely with the fresh blanket of snow. So far, it appeared as if she was the only one who had stepped in this place, but the glare from the sun may have been tricking her eyes. Finally, she was away from her newborn pups. All six of them. She began hopping and racing through the snow, not caring if anyone was watching.

Ceaora

Her nose travled the ground as she pranced around the clearing in the more shallow snow. Her thick white fur held up nicely angainst the chill circling around the prairie. Her tan freakled face squished into a frown while she let out a light sneeze. Grunting, she rubbed her face with her tanned paw and shook her head before she looked up to glance across the white blanket before her.

The white ball of fluff bouncing about the snow made Ceaora cock her head with playful curiosity. Her slightly cropped, floppy ears twitched backwards once before she stepped closer; her larg paw crunching into the thick snow.

Luna

Luna was so caught up in her game that she didn't notice Ceaora for a while. Eventually, though, she saw the hybrid, and thought it was only polite to introduce herself. She shook the snow off of her pelt before approaching the newcomer. "Hi. I'm Luna. Are you new here?" She asked, her tail wagging behind her.

Ceaora

Ceaora's form was a tower of thick white fur, standing at 3'2" to her back. Her long, lanky legs suggested shew as a wicked sprinter. Her green and blue eyes stared back at the gentle wolf with ameable greeting. Fairly new, yes. I am Ceaora, and my visit here has lasted two days now.

Luna

Luna nodded her furry white head, golden eyes shining. "Well then welcome. I hope you enjoy it here." She replied warmly. "Do you have a pack yet?"

Ceaora

" I had no intention of packing just yet. However," she stopped to turn in a small circle in the place she was standing, giving the view another quick sweep with her eyes. " Should I find a pack I feel I could truly commit to, I wouldn't mind it so much."

Luna

Luna didn't want to overwhelm Ceaora with a list of packs, but there were a few that she wanted to mention. "I live with a pack at the Ochotona Mountain Territory. It is led by Fyre and Scaria. My son, Kuro, has a pack at the Calypte Ranges." She informed.

Ceaora

She hesitated to reply for a moment, rolling the information over in her mind. She was a hybrid of few words, though they were pleasent ones she gave. "I would like to meet these packs of your Kin."

Luna

Luna nodded. "The Calypte Ranges aren't too far. Follow me." With that, she smiled and began bounding off.

Ceaora

Ceaora cocked her head to the side, her slighlty floppy ears bouncing as she did so. She licked her chops and bounced lightly side to side before sprinting off after Luna.