With each stretch of her legs and the twist of her spine Aithne began to feel awake and energized. She had slept the night before as if she, too, had died. It was peaceful even if a bit disconcerting; such a sleep meant her thoughts had been quiet and it had been a while since she had felt such contentment in her rest. Always it was something, she thinks as she pauses at the edge of a small pool, one of the more clearer ones in Iromar. Thus far she had not had many challenges to her supremacy - everyone remained calm, everyone obeyed, yet her mind always lurked. Wondered and planned and made contingencies for those plans. Avery had left for Taviora recently and Aithne waited with a sense of unease for the arrival of healers. Assuming, of course, that any healers agreed to accompany her.

As it was, she stretched down her neck and lapped at the cool water until ripples spread out and sluiced away the image of herself. Both ears pricked forward the moment a call was sent forth and she lifted her broad muzzle to sniff the wind. It failed her this day for the world seemed remarkably quiet and listless.

Off she went at a brisk pace with her tail up above her hips and emerald eyes peering out cautiously at the black figure that stood at the edge of her borders. Kane was neutral in appearance, dipping his head, and she thinks back to the night before last when Carnage arrived with her midnight call and her haughty attitude, all in an attempt to lure Aithne out into the night. Much different meeting, this, she assumes even as the sudden scent of Diveen assails her nostrils. They flare out to take in more of the scent as she stops a few feet from him eying him.

He does not wait to bare the reason for his visit and as each word spills from his dark lips her face grow blacker, her lips peeling back into a scowl and her ears pressing down. A shudder seems to very subtly go through her body, a sign of her fury, yet it is not directed at him. Then as she ponders on this and wonders who has done this thing after all the work they had done she can think of no one. So it is that her ears perk up and she furrows her brow, scowl still included.

"All of my pack are accounted for, Kane, and have been for quite some time. This one you speak of, if she had been a part of my pack then I would have noted her absence. That is not to say she was not from Iromar, originally, but perhaps she was of the few who did not wish to abide by the trade in power and it seems, the rules that I have set down for my kingdom. Such an act from one of my own would not be tolerated. My pack knows this, I have made my intentions quite clear." Now her scowl fades into a sigh. "Perhaps it is callous of me, but she was not one of mine and such senseless violence has no merit here. Maybe her body would be better put to use feeding the carrion of the world than fertilizing the swamplands and I see no reason as to why we should retrieve her for I do not even know of her, whatever and whoever she is. You may do with her body what you wish, King of Diveen, and send my apologies to your wolf Neveah. I do hope that you do not hold one lone wolfs intentions against the rest of my pack. It is a long road, this feud, and I must traverse it with an iron paw. The consequences of breaking my law are not to be taken lightly."