 Out here in the open lands where the loners roamed Aithne was almost guaranteed to meet up with wolves of all different varieties. The crazies seemed to run rampant around these parts yet she still took it in her own head to try and weed them out to find the gems beneath; Iromar could always use some gems. Just because the swamp lands carried a bad reputation did not mean, in her opinion, that only those of incredibly rude attitude, aggressive strength, or outward dominance should be invited. A pack was not made up solely of those kinds of wolves. If that was the case they would tear each other apart in search for the next alpha and greatest of them all. Of course there were some wolves that had such extreme disabilities it would be almost torture to bring them to the swamps where everyday the likelihood of being snatched by an alligator and murdered for weakness was a possibility - well, maybe not murder, at least not that Aithne was aware of. It is not a surprise that the male spins around with such swiftness. Aithne makes certain to not mask her presence as it could cause a whole boatload of trouble and really, she wasn't here to get into a fight. She was on a mission to recruit. Despite her warrior stature Aithne is of a rather bland personality at times; there is a passion to do things burned deep within her, to accomplish things and keep busy, but she does not often require the company of another. Her own is sufficient enough. She kept her true feelings far from ever surfacing with the majority of wolves and what some might find entertaining she could not comprehend. A tough life had led to a tough being. The wolf does not growl at her. No posturing was a good sign, it meant he was receptive to her advances and so she placed her large paw back onto the ground and stood there waiting for an answer. Yet rather than answer Kneph looks to the side, clearly agitated by something, and slowly her eyes trail in the direction of his own to find... nothing. Swampland and mist still rule the world. Suspiciously she sniffs the air, the skin between her eyes furrowing in concentration, but still nothing lingers. What is the matter with him? Only because of her past experiences with others does she immediately begin to suspect he might be crazy. It seemed to be the hand dealt to her to find all the insane wolves of Molodian. "Is something wrong?" The hoarse words are now laced with the same suspicion that covers her eyes and in the way she warily looks over him, her muscles coiled lest he snap, not quite realizing he might not be able to speak such as she did. A I T H N E Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty _______________________ |