Overall she was pleased to finally meet the woman who led these lands. While she had heard rumor of the leader of Spirane from Ragnarok before meeting her was another matter entirely and she seemed to live up to all expectations. There was a proudness in the arch of her neck that was to be expected, but there was nothing boastful or prejudiced against those deemed ‘lower’ than herself that the golden woman could notice which raised her opinion of this alpha considerably. Due to her past there was nothing she loathed more than those who wield power like a weapon, governing through fear while effective was barbaric in her mind and something she would not tolerate. Letting her eyes rove up and down the shaded woman’s form and was pleased with the strength and determination she found there.

The she-wolfs next words confirmed her thoughts, verifying she is who her stature showed her to be. She bobs her head slightly in respect of the title as was due and nature required of them, but her sea green eyes never leave the mahogany ones of her companion. Just because she liked the woman’s first impression didn’t mean she was entirely trusting. However the words that follow are cordial enough and there is little tension to speak of between them so she allows herself to relax and settle into the conversation, genial as ever. She may need a good impression on her side the conversation led to an idea she had been playing with for quite some time now.

A smile flickered across her slender features at the mention of her Moon, this woman so familiar with him she must have called these mountains home for some time. She nodded first in polite response following with her words, “Yes, Ragnarok wanted to show me his parents own den on the mountainside.” she motioned with her head in the direction from whence she had come that morning. “He is my imprint and I wanted to know more about where he came from.” While the idea that she had found the other piece of her soul was still somewhat foreign, nothing felt more right than when she looked into the icy blue gaze of her imprint. “A white wolfess named Natu greeted us not long after we arrived, as the storm which howled all night began moving over the range. She invited us to stay the night, I hope we haven’t stepped on any paws or overstayed a welcome.” Her tone is light, but the response to this may very well dictate her next move.

Church had found shelter in Asteraia up until now, an agreement with the alpha of those hills alongside the four brothers, but as she settled more into the idea of the life she wanted for herself in these lands an idea had begun to form in the back of her mind. She loved her soul and her heart and for those reasons she knew she would not leave Moladion, at least not any time soon, and as winter threatened to settle in around them there are decisions and instincts at play which she had not quite felt before. The foremost being her recent longing to be a part of a certain area, to find a pack she could give herself too for the benefit of all and a leader she could follow. Perhaps Daenerys might just turn out to be that leader, for she did love the mountains and was sure Ragnarok would not be displeased at extending their stay.