There is little hesitation in my movements for I am not a small beast but neither am I as hulking a figure as Kattari. Still, I am assured in my movements, content in the thickness of my limbs and the wideness of my paws. If need be I could easily defend myself. It was part of my inherent being. Ankh was the wildfire, Alexander the calm brains, Alistair the studious one, and I was the remote one, born a fighter and hunter in every aspect. My communication skills were sadly lacking, as noted by my treatment of Tychon, although I wasn't overly concerned with being better at it. I much preferred solitude to the company of others, save Viserion who was the closest of friends. Family meant much to me but when we had all been grouped together it was a loud setting, one of pomp and preening and fun. As much as I disliked such affairs, I missed it horribly in this moment. The gentlest of winds in my face is enough to warm me and I think, perhaps, Natu is still with me.

Bright blue eyes turn to watch my approach and my own white ones stare right back, one foggy and clearly blind. Who cared? Not I. Blindness meant nothing, especially if it is only in one eye. Alistair was deaf but he managed incredibly well. Her hackles rise and I make a concentrated effort to remain smooth despite how my instincts demand I respond to her threat with my own show of fearlessness. She does not assault me so I speak, my curiosity piqued by her display of aggression. So familiar she seemed.

So she was not from around here, is what I first thought, until her mention of Asteraia and only then do my eyes sharpen, my tail swishing a bit aaround my hocks in my thoughtfulness. She was from the monster Queen's reign then? I hadn't set foot in Asteraia since leaving after Jaidah had taken over and killed Iblis and Rhae but many of the followers there were the same as hers and it makes my skin twitch as I eyeball Kattari. She is too young to be a part of them, I think, but her parents were once there perhaps, which indicates she might be of a more unsavory sort of... appetite. "Not without concentrated effort. Such things do not come easily nor do they stay so. While I can't say much for Asteraia as I haven't seen it since puphood, the mountains have bene tumultous but Daenery's is a wicked fighter. The strong do not stay strong without being challenged." I add the last words as a clever way to see how she might react for I am quite keen of a sudden to see just what kind of wolfess she was. We didn't need another of bad blood running around, I think, but I was undecided in what I would do if I figured out she was.

"Do you plan to return to the plains or wander?" I try to make conversation although I feel it is blatantly obvious I want to know where she is going, mainly if she is returning to the pack of crazies.