Where the hell WAS everyone? It had only been maybe like two minutes since my call but it felt like HOURS. I was growing bored already, the taste of the dead critter in my mouth making me anxious to eat if only to satisfy the impatience burrowing within me. Yes, I know, Queen's need to be patient and kind and all that jazz. Well, not always kind. I think my mother was content, I guess, but she was not overly friendly. Maybe kind and friendly were two different things?

FINALLY! My first person. I grin broadly at the approaching youngster. He certainly had a lean look on his face with sharpened features of one who had gone quite a few days without a meal. It reminded me of Halycon after had left Iromar, which then reminded me of the hunt we did together and the way I growled in dominance over the meal. Now we were equal but instinct still stirred in me as the boy approachs with a half snarl on his face. My smile falters into a hard frown as I stare down at him. What is WITH these loners and their attitudes? "Stuff," I say importantly, but also a bit distracted as Tyrion comes striding up.

Clearly he is older than me, much older might I add, but he is small. Like Halcyon smallish. That was okay though. Besides, a young and an old wolf and both loners? I bet I can work some magic on them like my mother used to when she ruled Iromar. I summon my broad grin again despite the bold statements. "First off, I want to introduce myself. I am Empress Aster of Asteraia." Not Empress, really, but I always loved that title and I would forever name myself that when not in Halcyon's prescence. Because it was sensational.

"Second, I have brought this food as a token of Asteraia so that any who are hungry might eat and feel full. We welcome any who wish to board within our borders for the winter although pack rules do apply. Besides, we have a few roles open in the pack that we are seeking to fill and I am hunting for those best fit to fill them. So, what are your names and are you interested?" I was just as bold as both of them, a challenging light entering my eyes as I stare down at them. "You can still eat if not," I shrug, but I am not relenting. Not yet.