It seemed as if Solaris could take a hint. The space she’d made between them met no contention and he seemed just as well off as before, going about his thoughts in privacy. This could work. A little bit of breathing room and she was okay; Suomi just couldn’t stomach all that touchy crap.

She also found it particularly hard to stomach all that stuffy “Angels and Demons” garbage. It was absolutely ridiculous, two different lines of wolves all hating each other for something as stupid as coat color... Absurd. Maybe it had started out differently, maybe there had been a core reason, but whatever it was, was long past by now. Did either side even remember what it was all about? Probably not. They were al just content with being self-righteous bigots.

Her thoughts on the subject were hardly relevant. Hell, the subject itself wasn’t even relevant. But...

It just.

Wouldn’t.

Die.

Though she had already put that subject to rest with a simple one-liner, Solaris apparently felt the need to say more. He must have really liked the sound of his own voice, or something. Someone that long-winded must or else they’d be living in a perpetual hell of their own making. She couldn’t help but feel that, in some way, Solaris was only perpetuating the very thing they were trying to brush under the leaves by giving it a name and story after she had very purposefully left such titles as “angels” or “demons” out of her words in the first place. But, whatever. The tiny girl from Iromar seemed to take it well with some declaration of friendship. Hopefully that topic would stay passe for the rest of the evening. Hopefully.

The wine-red eyes of the girl were careful to pass over her tall, inversed stalker from Diveen in such a way that it seemed like he wasn’t there - or, more accurately, like he was just another piece of the scenery - as she turned her attention to another whom approached the growing formation. The female from Spirane was prompt to greet them, leading in with that oh-so-cliche, ”I do hope I am not late.”

Was she late? Did it look like she was late? If she had been late, they wouldn’t be here at the edge of the pack lands, standing in the wind which was slowly picking up into a dull roar as the sky darkened. It wasn’t like they were spending the night right here - not when they had an entire forest to take shelter in. Suomi might have answered just that, but all the excitement of Roamin’s entrance quickly became the center of attention.

The ebon girl was in the middle of scolding the boy for crashing in with so much to say when she noticed a ghostly white and gray figure slide neatly into form beside Solaris, her wine-red eyes following his movements as she spoke to Roamin. The pale figure was of Taviora - Eden, as she could recall, though she only knew of him because he had been one of two pack wolves to accept her invitation to hunt. Other than that, she hardly knew the boy. An ear swiveled his way as he spoke to the girl, Lavender, from Spirane in that weird Latin she heard now and then, his words holding a slightly caustic tone and his eyes lit with a personal humor.

Suomi had heard the language several times before and could pick up on some of the most basic words, but Eden’s full translation was lost on her. From what she gathered, more by tone and expression, he was poking some fun at the girl. Probably for the same reason she had been about to. But, then again, maybe he had found something altogether different to laugh on. Whatever. He was having fun. Good for him.

At the sound of a growl, the ebon girl’s ears turned back in Solaris’ direction, her head following suit shortly after with a cock to her chin that suggested attitude. A growl rolled from her own throat, louder and its tone varied in pitch to, very clearly, mock and challenge Solaris’ disproval of her actions. What? Did he think growling at her was going to make her shy away in shame? Like she was supposed to find that intimidating, or persuading?

Hardly.

The dark girl from Glorall moved into place beside Suomi then, making comment on Roamin reminding her of her sister back home. Well, at least this chick seemed to get it. Roamin was, really, just a kid. Suomi was treating him like one, like she would treat any kid that came crashing into her party uninvited. And Roamin... Being that he was a Fletching, Suomi was pretty sure she had more experience with the little beast than Solaris and certainly more than anyone else present. It wasn’t like he hadn’t suffered her criticism before, and this wouldn’t be the last time. Criticism was something a kid had to get used to. Growing up sheltered from such a thing... Well, it just lead to weak wills and easily hurt feelings. She wouldn’t be part of such an upbringing.

But the Glorall wolf beside her introduced herself as Maradona. ”Suomi,” the Taviora girl replied with a nod in greeting, wanting to get her real name out there. Roamin’s nickname of “Suzy” was a bit informal and, though she didn’t exactly mind it, some people preferred to call their acquaintances by full titles. ”Suzy works, too.” Whatever. Suomi, Suzy... She’d go by either.

A whisper close by her ear caused both to flick back against her skull, though she didn’t turn her head toward the voice she was fast becoming familiar with. Solaris is quick to scold her for her annoyance with Roamin, ordering that she shouldn’t show such “disharmony” in front of their guest. As he was given to issue further instruction, Sue’s brows raised in mild disbelief. Just who did he think he was? Last time she checked, she was neither a Chaser or Runner. She was a Fletching, going on to be an Arrowhead - neither ranks he had hold over. It was hardly his place to be ordering her around. Hell, she didn’t even take order like that from Zeteri or Coza! Sure, she was inclined to indulge their requests more than ignore or disobey them, but they never just ordered her around. Probably because they knew she didn’t take that kind of approach very well. Solaris, though, would have to learn. If he wanted any sort of compliance from her, he’d have to ask. Even then, it would be a cold day in hell before she did anything beside be exactly who she was. It would take a stronger will than his to change that.

”Bite me, Solaris,” Suomi answered at full conversational volume, a smile pulling back her lips on the sassy words and tail waving lightly behind her as she turned to meet Solaris’ eyes defiantly. ”I invited these people here for a hunt, not a show.” Clearly, she had absolutely zero intentions of tiptoeing around her words and putting on heirs in the company of these strangers. And she didn’t expect any one of their visitors to, either.

She caught the tail end of her stalker’s blatant lie to Roamin then and it was enough to pull her away from Solaris for the moment, though she was more than willing to return to this disagreement whenever he liked. Her paws are quick to cross the small space separating her from Roam and the tall, silver and black wolf from Diveen, her head already shaking side to side before she opened her mouth to intervene.

”Oh, God, don’t tell him that,” Suomi says regarding the whole bit about eating twigs, though her eyes didn’t even touch on the tall brute. She instead stared directly at the peaches and cream boy, head tilted in feigned contemplation. ”Can’t you see how gullible he is? Roamin, don’t eat twigs. They’ll tear your intestines.” The last thing she needed was this little twerp dying because her asshole stalker gave him bad ideas. Roam was, even at two, far too young of mind to be suggesting such things. Especially considering he seemed to idolize the Diveen idiot. Really, did her cheeky shadow have so little knowledge about children? Or did she just have an unusual amount considering she’d spent the better part of months six to twelve practically raising two for her mother? Then... there were also her adopted siblings. Honestly, there was no shortage of pups in her life.

She wondered if Roam had even heard her, though, as Siren came bounding up to answer his call to friendship. Soon she was watching a very bubbly exchange between the Iromar girl and her fledgling Fletching, an impatient sort of quirk to her lips. For his own sake, she hoped he had listened to her. She was going to have to watch him for the next few days just to make sure.

Maradona’s words turned Suomi’s attention on the other dark girl and the tall Diveen boy, the words she charged him with causing a very amused smile to spread across her face and into her eyes. Yes, she could see herself liking this girl, even if she was bringing up that silly “Angel” shit again. Anyone who sassed her snarky stalker earned some respect from her, even if only a little. So long as Maradona remained so forthcoming with her jabs, this could be a thing. Friends, perhaps. Maybe. If she was so inclined.

But a few sharp squeaks and a sound of protest from Roamin quickly snapped her head back around, that domineering tone in his voice nearly promising trouble. Her eyes widened as she witnessed her Fletching charging at Eden with a bark. She watched as he gracelessly plummeted into the grass, her paws already on the move to dash in quickly over him. Seriously, what had possessed him to do that? Children could be so... ugh!

Suomi wedged her nose under the sprawled boy and gave him a hard, probably too hard, push to get back up on his feet. ”Would it kill you to try and stay on those clodhoppers of yours?” She chastised him. Really, Solaris? Still think it’s a good idea for him to be a part of the hunt? Nope. He wasn’t ready. Hence why he hadn’t been invited. But... Seeing as he was already present, and apparently making some sort of a girlfriend out of the little Iromar number, she wasn’t just going to kick him out of the pre-party. She wasn’t completely heartless. But no way in hell was the boy going on the trip tomorrow. He was just a liability. Honestly, she was taking a risk with Siren; she didn’t need to double that.

”Alright,” Suomi said loudly enough for everyone present to hear her - not that she had been keeping her voice down before - and straightened up from helping Roamin to his gangly bean poles. ”The wind’s picking up, so we’re moving this party to the woods.” Her tone was definitive, strong, and, oddly enough, relaxed. Much as her nerves had been on end earlier in anticipation, the full-on jump into such personalities was... comforting. Apart from Solaris, the rest seemed pretty at-ease with the way things were going. Really, they weren’t going horribly, and that’s all she could have asked for. It was time to take them into the forest, what would, no doubt, be a strange place for each of the outsiders. After all, there was no place quite like Taviora. Even the evergreens of the Enochra Woodland paled in comparison. She knew. She’d been there plenty.

The ebon girl gave Roamin another rough nudge toward the tree line, accepting no protest from him at the very least. She would be on his heels the moment he moved, even if it meant she had to make him go in the first place. Whether or not the others followed, well it wasn’t her place to demand obedience from them. Yes, this was her hunt. Yes, she had invited them here... But she wasn’t their nanny or mammy and wasn’t about push them around like a bunch of kids too. Really, if they wanted to be idiots and stick it out in the roaring valley winds, more power to them. She’d sleep comfortably on the pine bed in the mossy, overhanging shelter she’d scouted out for the troop earlier and meet up with their wind beaten asses in the morning.

Either way...