It was certainly nice to have Ferox by her side on her trip to Iromar. She may not know him well, but he was of blood through Azrael, who is the mate of her soul. She was comforted by his words, by his willingness to protect her...but she would do whatever it took to ensure it would never come to that. His question though, was a bit harder to answer as they made their journey. She did make sure to mention part of the past, but would leave out her little...experience of almost giving birth in Iromar, away from her soul and the father of her children. Perhaps, she will tell him some other time. He was indeed the Uncle of said children, but she would attempt to push such thoughts away as she approach Iromar.

She grinned and giggled a bit at his comment of protection, or mainly, at the way he puffed out his chest. He was very much the brother of Azrael, that she could not deny in the least bit. She could tell with her laser yellow eyes that the change of scenery made him...perhaps a bit uncomfortable. It was not the most pleasant place to live, and she questioned why anyone would live here as well with other choices, but those who want a territory, must find one, and Moladion was only so big.

Ferox did howl and call out to the wolves of the bog. The smell was definitive here, and she could not question where she was. She stood next to Ferox, strong and yet not threatening. Her eyes watch the scene, keen to any movements that may come. When a figure does appear, her eyes are instantly locked. Her head pulls back a bit, with the light of day reflecting on her white speckled star-crown. She recognizes the wolf immediately. The girl was younger then, and she could never forget the face. Her heart begins to swell with a motherly joy to see the girl alive and well. She steps forward hastily, but after two steps stops, knowing it probably isn't appropriate to shower the girl in perhaps unwanted affections. She does a single soft, high-pitched whine as the girl sits before them, and Andromeda's tail does give way to a friendly wag.

Her words come and Andromeda's ears perk upwards, and it took all of her will power to not take another step forward. Well, she did indeed give way to another step or two, gasping inward happily with her eyes welling with a motherly happiness. She was always driven to protect the young and innocent, and Andromeda was the only wolf that day to get her teeth on the flesh of Tobias. Perhaps, she gets to say that she brought forth a scar on the monster of Moladion.

"Oh, darling, I would do it again in a heartbeat. I am so happy to see you are okay," she said softly. Aithne had approached though, and her instincts to mother the young girl needed to be...softened. This was not the time really to chat with the young girl, learn who she was and discover her journey. Her attention snaps to Aithne, the midnight woman dipping her muzzle towards the new leader of Iromar. Her approach was not one of hostility, and already that was a good sign.

"Greetings, Aithne. I do not intend to make any assumptions of one I do not know. I am Andromeda, and with me is Ferox," she states calmly. She had never seen the face of Aithne- and it certainly would be inappropriate to assume any wolf was Aithne without a proper greeting. Aithne had introduced herself, and Andromeda was not phased by her build. Aithne was a thick girl, shorter than Andromeda but obviously built on the side of power just as she was. Andromead did nod with a kind smile on her blackened muzzle.

"We have come to ask of future peace between our packs. We wish to not call Iromar our foe any longer," she stated strongly, a genuine tone to her voice as she eyes went from Aithne to Raven. She knew Iromar was not be pleased, losing the war, and then Naberius being killed on Diveen soil. Perhaps though, the protection and care of Raven may show their good will.

"I know there has been much tension between our packs before, but we wish to build towards a better future. What would help make this happen, Aithne?" she asked, head tilting slightly as she brought her eyes back to Aithne. Although their greeting has been friendly so far, Andromeda knew there was always a chance it may not last. Aithne could very well hold the hatreds of past Iromar leaders and is just more...subtle about it. The only way to really tell, was to simply ask like she did, to see what kind of direction she needed to go.

- Soul of Azrael - Mother of Meryl, Starfall, Guardian, Celeste, Iophiel, Mithos, Zaphkiel, Elara, Ambrosia