Layla was quite enjoying this dark male she felt simpatico towards. The two were quite similar in their eagerly friendliness. He was quite appealing, relatively simpatico. "It's good to meet you too, Darkness. It was getting quite silent on my own," Layla said, offering him a warm smile. His tail wagged faster; he looked almost like an excited pup. Not that it was a bad thing, it was quite cute. Layla was on the cusp of being a pup herself; being barely older than 14 months. She doubted the male was as foreboding as his name. In fact, it might just be for his dark black coat.

Layla's camp was quite temporary, really. A few stones in a semi circle with her backpack in the center under a cavernous ceiling. It was just a place to cook a quick meal and sleep. Everything she needed and owned was in that dungy bag. Darkness reassured her that he was fine. "Okay, if you're sure. I could start a fire and everything," Layla shrugged. Truth was, the female was quite proud of her survival skills and wouldn't mind a bit showing them off. Plus, a warm fire didn’t sound half bad on a cool night like this when there were still patches of snow scattering the ground. But, Layla could tell he was quite proud himself and wanted to be a male.

That was all fine and dandy by her. Layla was wolf enough to withstand the weather and resume what she had been doing. "Well, would you at least care to join me? I found an amazing view. It overlooks a forest and I think I can see the sea from there, though it's really dark and hard to tell. But the view is beautiful," Layla rambled. She believed Darkness would take up her offer. He seemed as though he didn't have a friend in the world and his birthday wish was to have just one friend. A friend, Layla would be more than happy to be.

Layla face showed her confusion. All she could manage for a moment was, "Uhm..." She just wanted to go back to her previous spot before Darkness caught her attention. He didn’t want to join where she had been sitting peacefully, he didn't want to visit her camp. What did he want to do? Or maybe she wasn't the only one who had gotten lost in the conversation. "I didn't think that was why, but... are you sure? It's not my camp, it's just over there. The view is nice," She clarified, pointing in the direction she had ran to get to him. It was also less windy and she had her own butt-print flattened in the grass, which might have vanished by now. That depended on how well she had broken the blades.

The moon was high and Layla really wanted to just sit down. Biting her lip with a gleaming ivory canine, two sides debated across her features. Should she insist or bend the wing and stay? She didn't want to be rude and she certainly didn’t want to stop this lovely chat. It had been a long time since she last had company. She feared insanity and shunned the sun and its fabled mind-frying capabilities. "Please?" she asked. Layla had decided to beg first and if nothing came of it, sigh and walk away.

Layla's features perked up. "Really? Yay! It's just this way," Layla cheered, already leading the way. There was a big misunderstanding here. She was just wanting to sit down where she had been sitting, not return to her camp. Her camp was down the mountain in a cave. When he had declined that offer twice, she had compromised for this one.

Hopping over the underbrush and retracing her steps, she eventually came to her original spot she was at before meeting Darkness. Her tail paused in its wagging as she sat down in the grass clearing. She patted the ground at her side. "Come sit by me," she said. "How's the view?" she asked. The full moon cast its cool heavenly glow upon the wilderness below.

A blurry portion could be recognized as a forest and a bright twinkling in the fair distance must have been a body of water. Bare patches of silver were also observed, obviously plains. And one hell of an endless night sky covered it in its dark embrace. "I heard that place is called Nova Scotia. It is where I plan on heading." Layla knitted her eyebrows, thinking of something completely off topic. Her blue eyes gazed at her temporary companion. "So why were you named Darkness?" she asked.

Darkness had followed her to the spot she had found. It took a minute for her to realize, however, that after they sat down, he had not looked once at the view. Suit yourself, she thought in her mind but was polite enough to not say. Instead she moved conversation along. The male seemed to enjoy discussion and Layla was more than happy enough to partake. "I'm just looking for a home." she said. "I don't care to be alone. It's a depressing existence for me, I guess." This was all quite true, though Layla wasn't just going to pounce the first pack she saw. Oh no, she was going to wait it out for that perfect picture she had in her mind to be satisfied.

Layla's question about the reasoning of his name gave her more than what she felt she wanted to know. What to say to that? I'm sorry you have amnesia, but hey! At least you haven't forgotten me!? The female really was only expecting a nifty little story to add to her mental story book on the lives of true wolves. Before she could say or do anything but nod, he switched the subject. "What? Oh no, I set up camp in a dry cave down the hill." Layla corrected him. Then things started to connect. "Wait you... oh! Well come with me then!"

The femme grew bold and gently grabbed Darkness by his wrist. She stood and directed him on a deer path. It didn't take long for them to reach where she had camped. There was a novice-made fire pit with a wood pile as well as a blanket and a bag. Releasing his wrist, she said, "I'm sorry I don't have much. Go ahead and pick a spot to sit anywhere and I'll start a small fire." Soon enough, a small fire was heating the cave and Layla was offering her guest a slab of deer jerky. "Take it, it's a good late night snack!" she said.

The pair didn't stay up very long. The fire was warm enough that blankets weren't needed. Both had fallen asleep there, but in the late morning when Layla awoke, Darkness was already gone. She was dazed about this and thought about it all that day. The only piece of evidence she had that he really did exist was the extra missing jerky in her bag.