 Although Aithne is wary of strangers she has never been afraid of them. There is very little nervousness in her life, nothing really that makes her heart thump in terror with the exception of her new found imprint. That alone was distracting enough but Aithne can push through any distraction. Her focus was on continuing her survival in Iromar. In making herself well known to Andras, in becoming a valued asset to the hidden swamp people. Because really, half of them she hadn't even seen. They kept to their dens like wraiths with only their scent left behind even though she was diligent in her surroundings. Approaching a strange wolf, male or no, did not bother her nor did she have to ponder the meanings and plans of her life as Tristan was at this very moment doing. More could be done from simply doing in Aithne's opinion. Thinking helped but multitasking both wasn't incredibly difficult. Her eyes are keen on him and she catches the way his nose wrinkles in distaste at her smell. It didn't bother her for she had the very same reaction upon first entering the swamp. Her own lips twitched in amusement at his hastily hid discomfort. She notes the uncertainty in the flick of his ears, all the minute signs that one gives away without realizing it, and her posture remains non-threatening. She did not delight in the violence that some of her packmates seemed to cherish. It seems to work for he relaxes and wags his tail. Aithne is not given to such overt displays for the most part but she makes an effort, her large tail sweeping one arch before settling back down, and her own face softened in friendliness. Tristan does not carry a cockiness about him and she already likes that. Cockiness is not something she tolerates very well. Her eyes dip down as his head does, noting the pause and the way he seems to struggle with the word mom. Why? What has happened? She is curious but not like some. Prying was a delicate business and she only partook in it if something was of great interest to her. She might ask but it was something easily fielded and then she would close the subject. "I am Aithne. Welcome back, Tristan. Do you hail from anywhere specific?" Still his scent does not give anything away and she steps towards him but at an angle, edging around until she is at the lake and there is a few feet between them still. Both a comfort for him and for her - her personal space was a thing closely guarded. "Does your mother live somewhere that you might like?" The words are said with the friendly tone of one who seeks to learn more of another though she asks both to find out why it bothers him so and also if she might have a chance of luring him back to the swamps. A I T H N E Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty _______________________ |