She does not know him. How could she? She hasn't ventured but on diplomatic trips outside of the mountain. Spirane was her home and honestly, where she is most comfortable. There would be times in the near future however, where she would go to recruit. One could only imagine that she didn't keep a spot within the pack as being merely a wolf to sit idle. No ma'am! She would work as she ever had even if her spot she'd wanted was not her own. Though; she does not believe that he who has it does deserve it. He does not. He has power in his head and thoughts. She doesn't think a wolf such as he was right for the position. She thinks he's a little too much full of himself. These are things she's never really voiced though and one can only imagine he'd thought she wasn't right for the job either.

Perhaps he had more experience, but he lacked the sociable kindness that you needed. This is what Lavender believed anyway. Daenerys had made her choice though but would the pack suffer of it? She hopes not honestly. Should things go awry though; she would not hesitate then to voice her concerns and make it known who was not the right choice. Should ever the moment arise though and not before then. She's upon the hunting wolf now and there's a smile on her lips. He's relatively new though; she wonders why others have not bothered to approach him. What were they waiting for; an invitation? That wasn't how it worked honestly. You didn't bring a wolf here and then hope they would come to you. No, you must show them that they have a reason to stay and to be interested in the pack. Lavender frowns at the thought that he's still alone here. Well, now he wasn't!

She is quick to survey his leg though; it seems to be healing nicely. She had noticed his injury and figured another wolf had more than likely given it to him. Such pain it must have been though; she can only hope it is never her own to have as such. She is upon him though; respectful of his personal space as she clears her throat and speaks up. "Hello there. I am Lavender and I'm a Spirane Emissary." She pauses only briefly to let that sink in before continuing. "I see that your leg is healing nicely. Must have been a nasty fight." She could only imagine it would have had to have been. "Forgive me but I do not know your name friend." Because a wolf is a friend to her unless he or she has proven themselves otherwise to not be.