Nimueh's colorless gaze had caught site of the wandering fae from her height on top of the ravine's surface. When the earthquake of years ago had tormented this pack, it had torn deep gashes in the earth that ran through innumerable caverns and led down eventually to an underground river. Only days ago, Nimueh had stood in this very location and had called out to the world at large, calling any loners to her side, calling them to be loners no more but instead to band together in order to form a pack. Fewer had answered her vocals than she had hoped, but no leader was immediately successful and no land was immediately prosperous. Nimueh chuckled to herself as her gaze cast itself over the barren terra - this land in particular had a long way to go. But in a way it was even better this way - it was reminiscent of where she had lived as a pup with her foster parents. She was no stranger to caverns and labyrinthes, and this torn, dry, cracked land was comfortable, was homey. Perhaps her connection to the land was what made it easier to spot the sudden motion. In a deserted earth, motion was rare. Every prey made themselves as inconspicuous as possible so as not to be marked as such, and each predator did the same... only they did so in order to be able to sneak up on whatever prey they did find.

But this fae walked or rather crept around the land and had dipped down into the ravine searching for water. Of course, the underground river, exposed as it had been by the earthquake, provided the only source of liquid in the land. In small areas, the water welled up from the ground to form puddles like the one that she was currently was drinking from. From up at the top, Nimueh could not tell much about the femme, but her intrigue was peaked. Step by cautious step, Nimueh began to travel lower into her terrain. The paths carved out of the earth were treacherous at best by Nimueh had started to learn them during the short time she had spent reigning over them. Her paws trotted down them with some measurement of confidence, but moved with some measurement of delicacy. She moved with grace, but she evaluated each the ground she moved upon to ensure it would not crash down and lead to her demise.

Closer and closer Nimueh got, each step quiet, and not knocking so much as a single pebble off the ledge - nothing to alert the intruder to her presence. It was as if she was stalking her prey - and in a way, she was. Perhaps not to kill and eat, no, but this ess was her goal currently. The queen found herself intrigued - why had the ess chosen this place to intrude upon, and why had she chosen to intrude at all? Surely she had been able to taste the scent of the boundary upon her tongue and within her nares. Was she here to challenge for the position? Or perhaps she instead was a cocky lass, and would give a Lev a run for his money. Perhaps she grew up a loner and had no sense of the laws of pack life... all of these possibilities were ones the Iberianess thought off, but she failed to think of the possibility that she had a ruined sense of smell.

Nimueh's trip down the staircase led her eventually right behind the ess. With ease and grace the russeted ess lowered her haunches to the ground and wrapped her plume around her tucked in paws, though the tip of it flickered lightly as she patiently waited for the fae to turn around. In the mean time, her ivory pools studied her opponent and noticed something... interesting. It was a small thing, really, and perhaps it was nothing. But the lassie's pelt did not sit quite right. It seemed... lacking. Also as if there were tufts of hair missing. No, not tufts... Nimueh cocked her head and continued to study the lass' back. It was not tufts but rather that there were areas of chocolate hair that seemed thinner than others, and that is when it hit her - it would be due to scars. Nimueh had many of her own, and though her thick Iberian pelt hid them well it was only because she had carefully tended to each of her own wounds so that they would heal as well as possible, given her condition. But this... either she was a warrioress like the darling Halina that Nimueh had once had the opportunity to meet, or else perhaps she was more akin to Nimueh herself. Was she indeed an outsider then, one who got made fun of or abused? Finally, her curiosity could not be held any longer and Nimueh opened her maw.

"So your scars... where are they from, my little love?" She would no doubt scare the ess, but that was not her intent. It was just the way she was - knowledge was the one thing she craved above everything else, and she used whatever advantage she could muster in order to achieve that knowledge... All the while holding her own secrets tightly to her heart. Whenever the fae turned around, she would set her amber pools upon a varg of average size, but her shape would be well curved and beautifully colored - russet pelt that was salted and peppered with whites, blacks, and greys... but of course the most unique thing she would notice would be Nimueh's eyes. The queen would stare directly at her with eyes that looked to be blind...devoid of any color and instead so pale they appeared as white as the rest of her eye.