[DotW] What we believe in

She had to move quickly, there was no time to wait. Embla was no witch-doctor, but this was all she could do for now, so she'd do it. It'd been requested that she locate vital herbs needed for a poultice. All she knew was a faint description of the plants, but she'd find them; the Arynian pup was relying on them. The spirits would guide her, she could feel their presence in the forest, leading her subconsciously through the crags and mountains to the lands north of Aryn. Elevation gave way to open plains, sparse grass to shrubs and sand.

Scanning her surroundings, the Rhapsode sighed. It was fully necessary, but she wasn't used to this much intensive exercise. She preferred to take life at her own pace, the way it was intended. As a light breeze wafted over her, so did the faint signature of wolves. They came from every direction; though far away it was like the crosswinds had been aligned for her. This was the place where she could find the herbs, she was positive.

Nose pressed against the ground, she went at locating what she sought, a root that would serve as his sustenance. She had been told that his body was too weak to survive on only his mother's means, but meat would also pose a threat to his insides. This diet would be the only thing they could wean him onto until he improved. It was her job to seek them out and bring back a sample, otherwise they would need another alternative.
Dark paws padded against the earth, claws digging into the ground as Enzo moved across the land like a snake. He had eyes firmly set on his surroundings, scanning and searching the land for some clues. He'd been sent on this mission to see if there were any rogue loners lurking about the borders of Vale. There'd been numerous complaints about a group of males tantalizing and taunting some of the innocents in Vale, mainly at night. The patrols had gone up, but it seemed they'd been hiding out somewhere a little further from the borders of his territory, and he was- now- searching for them, to scare them off. Or kill them if he had to.

This wasn't a necessarily dangerous mission, but with everything happening in Vale internally, Enzo felt off about leaving. He didn't want anything to happen to his brother, and the dark wolf knew very well something might, considering how venemous the stares were that he recieved from much of the pack. This was important, however, and Enzo was determined to find the culprits behind the acts of protest against his pack. His home.

The Black Watch member's keen nose had picked up a scent a few paces back, he didn't know who it was or what pack they seemed to belong to, but he was in a grey area when it came to pack borders, so they could have been anyone. A loner, he thought, was most likely. That would be no problem for him, though he'd have to be cautious in case it was a larger group of nomads than he'd expected.
As the scent grew stronger, and his ears began to sense movement too, he crouched low and kept his breathing calm. Eyes could only see one wolf, a female, sniffing around in the freshly growing greens of the area. He watched her for a while, calm demeanour almost making him lose focus of his task. Quickly though he approached her, every inch of him ready to fight if any more wolves arrived.
"Are you travelling alone?" He said bluntly, expression holding no character of real emotion.
The appearance of a wolf closing in on her caught Embla off guard. Raising her head amicably, she smiled warmly at him. "I am, for the moment.", the she-wolf replied, gently tilting her head. Openly observing him with wide-eyed intrigue, her gaze tracing the contours of his muscles and pausing on each scar; it was as if she was reading his life's story through the markings of his body. He certainly didn't seem to be a happy wolf; though not many were nowadays. He'd appeared from the north, where she'd heard war had erupted. She found herself wondering if he'd been involved, and if so, why.

Realizing that she was staring, Embla shook her head as if to snap out of it. "Yourself?", she continued, attempting to rectify her rudeness. "Ah.", a reminder of the task at hand flashed through her mind. "If you don't mind, would you happen to know where I could locate a tuber?", Embla inquired. If he knew the area, perhaps he'd have some idea of where to look.
The dark male was surprised at how... affable she was, despite his manerisms being less than pleasant. He watched her closely as she seemed to rake her tender eyes over his figure, and for a moment he felt a little exposed or self conscious, wondering why she was so intently scanning his form. He frowned, lifting a paw almost defensively as he leant back, fur rippling over his muscles. He remained silent, squinting at her reply. She had said she was alone, but what did 'for the moment' mean? Was she expecting back up, her gang to arrive. He didn't know, but she did not seem like the type to run a group of henchmen, in all honesty.

At her question, he returned his posture to it's normal state; proud and firm. He perked his ears forward, and with the sun for eyes, he nodded his head. "I am."
He looked around briefly. 'A tuber...' he repeated, before returning his suspicious gaze to her bright orbs.
"I wouldn't know, unfortunately. Is that why you're here?" He asked, voice gruff and, yet again, blunt.
Embla nodded simply at his question. "I require evidence of tubers to save a pup. It's... complicated.", she confessed, eyes turning to the ground.  The dirt beneath them seemed barren and rocky; their every move caused dust to fly into the air. Her nose twitched as the sun shone on them, causing her to sneeze. Covering her nose in embarrassment, she couldn't help but giggle a little.

Seeing the serious look on the wolf's face and the way he glanced at and around her, Embla realized she must have made him uncomfortable. "I haven't seen another wolf for miles, what brings you out here... oh pardon me I don't believe I ever got your name." She sighed, annoyed with herself, before moving towards him. "My name's Embla, stranger. Might I ask yours?", the she-wolf asked, giving him a shy, but genuine smile.
Enzo did nothing, listening to her but not saying a word. He scanned the earth again; having never been here, he didn't think he'd be much help finding a... tuber. Was an odd request, he had to admit. Wasn't everyday he ran into a wolf looking for a vegetable of sorts. He had momentarily forgotten about the band of wolves he was looking for, captured up in her problems, something that literally never happened. He cocked his head as she sneezed, raising a brow as she laughed it off. Her spirit trully shocked him. Seemed to him that almost all she-wolves he'd met were of this nature, but it still took him by surprise when he was interacting with one. Most of his company was like him; blunt and cold.

Just as he remembered his original task, the stranger spoke up, mentioning no sight of any other wolves for miles. That disheartened him slightly, and he knitted his brows, obvious on his expression that he was now thinking. Where could they have gone? He watched her mouth as she spoke, voice calm and soft. He cleared his throat,
"Enzo. My name is Enzo." He stated simply, nodding his head to her. "I need some information from you. If you cooperate, I'll help you find what you want." He offered, eyeing her.

"I need to know which pack you travelled from, if any. I also need to be entirely sure you haven't seen or smelt anyone else along the way. I don't mean to be nosy, it's precaution. I'm sure if you live in a pack you'll understand." He said, words laced with peacefulness. He didn't want to be offputting, especially since he was asking for information that she mightn't have been fully up to disclosing.