Nonetheless, she had to remain patient upon the border, even knowing that somebody had grown curious of her appearance. There had been a scent in the breeze that seemed out of place among the boundary markers and so, she had come to expect that it might be such a wolf to greet her, though the scent itself was new to her. Male, at least, and young is what she could tell. Not the queen she had been expecting, sure, but she merely had a message to give to a wolf of Asteraia, not the queen. Did an unspecified wolf mean any wolf? Yes, surely it must have. After all, it was not her issue if the message did not make it further than the borders. Any diplomatic or hierarchal errors or issues were not her concerns.

He had been obvious then, as he ambled from the snowy slopes and shadows. Like a shadow himself, he had broken from the trees and seeped across towards her. With ease, she had turned to face him entirely, the wild copper of her eyes having met the deep green of his own for a moment before she waved her tail to follow his lead. She had ensured a comfortable distance between the pair and though she did not sink into submission, she remained neutral in her stance, her eyes rested upon his face as he spoke unusual, disjointed words. Such mannerisms were not completely foreign to her, however, and so she met the words with a mere nod of her head, her head falling into a tilt itself. ”No, not at all,” she spoke simply, shrugging the words away, ”and you are not the king nor queen.” In that sense, they had both been denied the wolf they had expected. Equals in a way, really.

With that out of the way, her lips had pulled back into a small, graceful smile; it lit her face up with curiosity and intrigue as the male laughed, though she’d not question what entertained him so, for it was not her place. Still, it had spurred some curiosity. Another time, perhaps? For now, she simply had to do as she had come to do and anything additional was simply, well, a bonus for her.

”Are you a wolf of Asteraia, stranger, or simply a good performer?” She questioned without truly needing an answer, merely entertained by his unusual mannerisms and place on the outskirts of the pack. Unusual for a pack wolf, after all. Scent was easy enough to feign, you see. ”If you are, I have a message for your leaders – or for you, at least, if you desire it for yourself.” Who was she to dictate that a wolf go to their leader? That wasn’t her concern. This was, after all, simply a way for her to satiate her curiosity and spread her own seeds.