Even underneath the moonlight, Esper Hollow was full of fog and shadows. With the heat of the day long past, the damp ground had cooled and the air threatened to retain its mugginess, a strange combination to have to deal with when all Laurel was trying to do was comb through the thickest portion of the area. He had mentally blocked out going too for north of the territory, having spent quiet parts of the day and then night wondering about Ember. He assumed that she was all right because he had intervened, but the sight of blood wasn't really his favourite thing to do. Animal was one thing, but knowing it came from someone that wasn't exactly a meal made a small difference in his mind.



But this time, fortunately, it wasn't the smell of blood that had drawn him into the depths of the Hollow. Having the breeze on his side was helping lead him to the general area that this supposed stranger was in and it wasn't too long before his tall coyote ears could hear what was going on. Through the thick brush and beneath the moonlight his olive-tinted eyes caught sight of a very feminine form; her height stunted for whatever reason and ultimately she didn't look much older than Nikita or Jasper. Yet he couldn't help but lip to himself age before beauty because at any rate, appearances weren't necessarily hard to keep up. He kept his steps light and just as fluid as hers but only a touch more quiet, approaching her with curious interest.



“Fan of eating mulberries under the moonlight?”

Laurel couldn't help but crack a smile when she suppressed a scream, though he hadn't met to startle her so. It wasn't every day that he got to see that spark of panic rise up in a pair of eyes and fade away, much less see it in a pair of eyes that were mis-matched. “Sorry,” he offered all the same, letting her sputter and spill the beans as to just what she was doing. First he had girls with broken arms spilling blood all over his borders and now he had reeled in an anmesiac. “It's okay, really. I'm Laurel and if you want, I could take you back to our campsite and give you something better than some berries to eat.” After all, it was the least that he felt he could do; being hungry couldn't have been the worst of her problems as she had clearly stated.

Back through the fog and the forest they meandered, Laurel's pace was light and easy just like his leisure nature. With Asanotohl in tow at his side, he knew that there would questions and they came fairly quickly into their jaunt towards the centre of the packland. “Well, I don't really know the big name of this forest area, but you're north and west of a city called Halifax. My friends and I that make up the troupe here call this little portion Esper Hollow though.” He wasn't sure if she wanted the full entail of the region, so he held off for now. “Do you think you may have been from around here anywhere?” She didn't carry the scent of either Twilight Vale or Dahlia de Mai, so he ruled out that she was from those places for sure.

His face fell a little bit at her seeming frustrated, feeling that maybe it was better if he let the topic drop from the time being. She really didn't remember much and if anything, he knew better than to push it. There were plenty of reasons why some people simply forgot things. A bad past, something traumatic. Perhaps unfortunately in his case, he had a habit of remembering almost everything and there were far too many nights when his thoughts kept him awake on a regular basis. He let the silence fall between them for a few moments, only speaking up again when the first few flickers of light from the camp fire came into view.



“This place isn't really much just yet, we all kind of recently settled in.” Truthfully, even if it wasn't very much just yet, it was fine by Laurel. He had never seen a large band of gypsies do very well, though there had been a time or two when they had been pretty good while they lasted. He retrieved one of the fish that had been cooked earlier that evening, pulling it free from the skewer someone had haphazardly jabbed it on and offered it to Asanotohl. “You're welcome to stay here if you want to though, and free to go if you remember things. We're a bit of a motley crew around here but I don't doubt that if you stick around you wouldn't feel unwelcome.”

“Don't worry about it. There's been a time or two in my life when you're hungry enough to eat a horse. Only I tried to, literally,” he laughed, almost looking sheepishly at the forming memory. “Damn thing knocked me on my ass before I even got close enough to touch its tail.” Since then he hadn't felt a pain like that in his chest, physically, of course. His eyes wandered over to the small shack of sorts that Laurent had built for himself and his mate before scoping the area for something that could at least be hers. All of the digging in the city had done him some good, because they at least had spare supplies of this, that, or the other and in this case, he had problem giving up one of the extra tents.



Letting her stay where she was, he stepped aside and partially out of the light of the fire, picking underneath a tarp where they had secured some of those goods. “You don't remember if you have some sort of particular skill, do you? Around here we kind help each other and look out for one another; one kid here, Jasper, he'll cook up things for us if we give him the goods. His mate, Laurent, build that little mess of a fixture over there.” His hand grasped one of the frame pieces and he pulled easily, frowning slightly at the way the tent had been stored. “My friend Nikita and I head up this place, partially because we founded it, but she's our little hunter and makes sure that no one comes around and messes with our stuff.”

With the tent finally coming free, Laurel could only smile at her offer to pick up learning whatever came to his mind. It was a nice gesture, but Laurel wasn't much more than a musician and not everyone cared about musicians. “Maybe once the morning rolls around we could go to Halifax. You might find something that clicks,” both in her memory and perhaps if not, then as a trade to be useful in. “Anywhere in specfic you want me to set this thing up for you?” With it all bunched up in his arms, he didn't just want to go and dump it somewhere and get started. If she was going to stick around for a while, at the very least she could pick out her own little patch of ground to call her own.