The large, ebony black fae's soft footsteps sounded lightly as she made her way toward Munashii Gekko. Her golden optics searched the forest for the supposedly dark packlands which wound their way through Blossom Forest. Though a small pack, Munasii already seemed to have some kind of authority around the forest; the femora had no snese of what she was getting into, she was only here because she ha dmet the hessian dubbed Kalgalath at the Romance River some time ago. In fact, it was he who had told her about it, and he was the reason that she was here. What compelled the lone femme to join a pack, she didn't know. It was as if she was sacrificing her freedom, only to be accepted by wolves that she had no knowledge of.

And now, as she walked fearlully, with slightly shaky steps not familiar to the fae, she picked her way through the dense underbrush. Her luminaries acknowledged the small band of lupines standing together, vocalizing together. It seemed as though they were introducing themselves to each other; making themselves known. She found this behavior extremely strange. Remember that this is a lone fae, and she had no previous accounts of speaking with another wolf. She wasn't sure what exactly fueled her to go up to them and stand quietly behind one of the wolves, feeling completely out of place in the small group who seemed to know each other already. She wasn't sure where exactly she would be placed in the pack; and it seemed as though it would be no where around the high rank.

Her sigh pulled out of her vocals slightly; inaudibly, as she peered over the hunkering form of the brute standing in front of her, waiting as Kalgalath introduced himself, then the brute who stood in front of her own tall frame. I am called King Kong, or Kong. I look forward to meeting each of my pack members and serving my two alphas with all the loyalty they deserve. I am proud to be a member of Munashii Gekko. Her perked auds took in his introduction. She seemed to be the only one left. Though she herself wasn’t a soft femora; in fact, her heart seemed to be made of steel and ice and malice, it was situations like these that brought out her weakness; telling others of herself.

It was probably her turn to say something; her, the newcomer. “I am known as Rani,” she vocalized, her clear, bell-like voice not soft as it was at first, before she pondered over all of what had gone through before she came. “I am new to Blossom Forest, and I was looking for a pack. I am honored to be here.” She said, once again stepping backwards, black form seeming to relax. Her cranium came up in confidence and her sun-kissed luminaries began to assume some of their usual mischievous glint.