When it came to Beltane, a tilted brow was always expected. She had grown accustomed to the initial confusion many felt towards her; she knew her appearance, after all. Beltane knew she swayed on her feet, turned her ears the wrong ways and the sporadic spasms that might make her fur twitch or a tooth slide out from her lip. She knew them and she also knew that it only took moments for a wolf to come to terms with it. And so, she did not fault Avery at all as she studied her. Instead, she paused a little, enough to let her get a good look in before she crept forward and took her place across from her. Then, she studied back.

Of course, she had not expected such a thorough response from Avery but it did not confuse but rather, it inspired her to grin, wide and toothy as she nodded eagerly at this information. Aithne, Aster. She knew that connection for she had once been a wolf of Aster, a guardian of Aithne's bones and memories. The others? No, she did not know. Chernobyl, Angels, Beowulf, names she did not know but she committed them to memory nonetheless, tasted their essence lest she caught whisper of them in the moors. "Mmm, a hard life. It does not show. Healthy, well, bright eyed. An energy moves with you." She nodded as if such things were known, such things there facts. It could not be denied, though. Since Avery had arrived, more wolves had stirred inside the moors.

Then she spoke of Blackthorne, an empty land, and Beltane gave a small laugh. Her eyes drifted to the sky as a final huff of laughter escaped her lips and she turned back to Avery once more. "Unfortunately? Do you seek a fight? Do not fret! Fights shall come. They always do." Again, she gave a affirmative nod before she added, "He was a snake. Snakes rest but they always come back. New skin, new names, who knows? But they always come back." She sighed then, a wheezing sound somewhere between exasperation and longing. Longing for...peace, perhaps. Stability. She didn't know. She had only ever lived to find the voices of the dead, after all.

"Avery." She said the name so suddenly, her entire body having jerked to attention suddenly as she met the Monarch's eyes again. "Beltane, Listener, Silvertongue. I wear many names. And I shall wear the one you give me too." She bowed her head but drifted into speech one more - out of respect, sharing what Avery had shared. "Asteraia born. Served Aster, the Monster, Darkbringer but only in name. Father killed, brother killed, sisters missing, scattered like petals in the wind. I am the last maybe but until I hear them speak once more, I cannot be so sure." Thoth never spoke, after all. He was a feeling, a prickling at the back of her neck whenever she grew too near to the wolf who now claimed Asteraia. The others? Ah, she did not hear Tarot, nor her new siblings Pagan and Adonai, nor any others. It meant they lived but who could say where or for how long?

She shrugged. Shrugged away their names and thoughts with a flick of an ear and a roll of her shoulder. "Now, perhaps, I serve you in name, Avery. Tell me. What will the name Avery mean to others?"