She was unaware of being watched at this moment. At times, she always felt she was being watched, and other times, it never really mattered if she was or was not being watched. Her mind was a thing warped over time, and her perception of life, the universe, and everything was quite unique. Her howl was her focus at the moment, a thing of song for the sun and the light, for the True Angel who must be traveling far to spread such a truth.
She heard the sound of the other, a sound odd and not of a wolf sound and well. She had a sense in these things, and her dark ears pulled towards the newcomer, likely attracted by her song. This was not to be a thing frowned upon, no. One attracted to the song of light may be of a benefit- it may be meant to be. The grand woman lowered her head to see the other figure, a female, a bright female with eyes unmatched.
Phaedra's stare was never one of welcoming or what one would exactly call kindness. They are indeed mesmerizing eyes. Their base color is a bright and intense violet- a calling to her heritage of Angels, yet they are swirling with a nebulous cloud look of an overwhelming gold- a sign of her father's blood whom she takes more heavily from. Her gaze is one intense, a powerful gaze that almost forces a feeling of awe upon others. She is not soft by nature by any means, and her eyes reflect her very nature along with her dense, muscular form.
Her look upon Gaia is not one of intimidation though. There is a curiosity there with a blink of her eyes and a slightly tilt of her dark head. She absorbs the female before her, sensing and seeing things that may or may not actually be there. She is always fascinated by the pelts of others, their bodies and how they hold themselves. Everyone has a story to tell if they like it or not- and Gaia is not alone. There is a silence after Gaia's words as Phaedra looks her over, her eyes locking onto Gaia's with great interest. Two eyes- she has two eyes and holds many souls within her, this is what Phaedra has determined.
"Sit, Gaia, and let the remaining light mingle in your fur next to me," she says with a voice powerful an demanding by nature. She is not exactly a feminine woman- not exactly masculine either. Her face is wild and thick, she is the definition of power coated in sunset.
"Phaedra is my birth name. Gaia, what is it that troubles you and your many souls?" she asks directly, eyes not parting from the other girl. Each moment was important to dissecting what is Gaia, each image brought to her by the grace of true light only told her more of the troubled woman who came to join her, drawn in by the song of light.