Kairos was as ready for the alpha's arrival as she'd ever be, although she did not know what to expect. Every free wolf had some knowledge on each pack, its history and leaders, but this was necessary knowledge only, and so all Kairos was prepared for was a strong, rather caustic (if the stories were to be believed) female warrior.

What she got was rather different.

From among the blades of the marsh grasses appeared a stark, raven-hued female. Her pelt rippled with muscles and her eyes glimmered with wisdom and a kind warmth, far from the bitterness the young woman had expected. She stopped before her, tail curled across her back in dominance, and head tilted to take in everything before her with a calm certainty. There could be no question as to who ruled the roost in Iromar. Her voice fell from her dark lips with a rough timbre that surprised the girl and she returned her smile with a respectful nod, keeping her tail and ears lowered. Although it went against every fibre of her being, it would not do for the young goddess to slight the leader at such a precarious moment, when she had yet to give her reason for being present on the border.

In the silence that followed, Kairos cleared her throat and began, her hypnotizing black eyes with their swirls of blue gleaming, although with what emotion none on the outside would be able to tell, “Greetings, Aithne. I am Kairos, she who humbly requested your presence at the borders. First, I brought a gift. Winter took a toll on us all and I knew some flesh wouldn't go amiss,” Here she paused to pick up the badger, laying it neatly before the black femme without setting a paw across the scent line. This done, she started afresh, “I know what I say may be hard to believe, especially for the more logical among you, but I am not all I appear to be. You see, I was sent here on a special mission. I am a....herald....for the gods.” Her voice lilted at the word 'herald', knowing it would not be wise to pitch herself as a goddess and yet aching at the loss of her title, even for that tenuous moment.

She let the silence grow around them again, listening to the foreign background music of the marshes as she studied the ebony woman, waiting to see how she would react. She expected both suspicion and dubiousness, and was ready for both. She would not speak again until Aithne replied, her paw firmly set upon the glimmering stone she had acquired, shielding it so that it appeared to be nothing more than a large and particularly unimpressive-seeming rock.