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"There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..."

She'd been hearing about the fall festival activities going on around Moladian not long after she stepped in as Iromar's new Alpha. It seemed to be a pretty big thing so she took it as a good opportunity to reach out and meet other packs. Right now, she was sure she was seen as just the mysterious new Alpha of the swamp and no one would know what to expect, no one but her own two daughters who live in Diveen, of course. She wanted to go visit Azariah and Undyne again soon, but she figured she could stop by the festival too. That way, she could make an appearance and let the other packs know that she wasn't interested in furthering the drama Blackthorne had created before her. She wanted peace and prosperity for all. She wanted Iromar back in all it's glory, before the darkness and filth permeated its moors. She wondered vaguely if either of her daughters would come to the festival. She'd love to see them again but she understood if Azariah was busy taking care of Diveen. It was odd, thinking that her daughter had ended up in leadership over there, in the pack Avery always hated with a passion, not because of of any who led it but because of the sour memories it brought up.

She would always associate Diveen with Beowulf, her father, and the place that her mother Chernobyl went to without her and her siblings. Their mother abandoned them and never looked back and it was something Avery would never forget or forgive. But she would have to change her opinion of the place now that it housed something precious. Her children were easily her most prized possession and she was so proud of them. She made her way toward the sounds of talking after stepping over the borders of Iromar. She knew she couldn't be gone long, since she didn't know anyone well enough to appoint over the pack lands when she wasn't there. Not that she didn't trust certain wolves like Arkane to make decisions in her stead, but she didn't want to go giving him a big head about it and tell him. Or should she say bigger head? He was already arrogant. She rolled her eyes at the thought, her tail wagging behind her as she made it closer. She carried a dead alligator in her mouth. Not the smallest of the litter but not a monster either, cause she wasn't about to drag something with her. But she figured it would be nice to bring an offering of sorts to the feast so she could show that she and Iromar had good intentions.

It wasn't much, but it would do for a lone wolf bringing it in. She'd thought about hunting down one of the wild hogs she'd seen snorting and burrowing in the moors but she knew she couldn't bring in something that big by herself so she decided some gator meat would have to do. They didn't even have to eat it. The tail meat wasn't that bad, though. It was actually quite tender and sweet, especially in the younger ones. It was the thought that counted. When she saw the others all talking, she moved toward the one she assumed was the ring leader of this particular event. She smelled of the forest and seemed to be most attuned to where everything was organized around her, as if she was planning and making sure everything would be perfect. She didn't catch her name so she dipped her head in greeting as she got close. There were already two male wolves talking to her, an older male and a younger guy, but both seemed friendly so Avery nodded to them too before looking back at the female. "Hello, I'm Avery from Iromar. I bring this gator meat as an offering from my pack."

She put the dead alligator on the ground near her paws and smiled at the female before turning her attention to another female making a speech. Her ears pricked, listening attentively. That female also smelled of the forest but she held herself with authority. An alpha, then. Avery had heard there were some younger alphas, the former alpha of Iromar having been one of them. But Taviora was known for being peaceful and prosperous. She didn't know the alpha's name but she hoped that would change soon. As the Taviora alpha was finishing up her speech, Avery caught a scent that made her tail wag a little faster. Azariah. It was definitely someone from Diveen, though it wasn't her daughter's pure scent, just someone that had been around her. Her gaze swept over the other wolves present until she saw the older male speaking to the alpha who had just given a speech. He called her Zelda and Avery put that name to memory. She came closer, ears pricked and tail still wagging but she waited politely for them to finish talking before she spoke herself. She looked at the female first.

"Hello, Zelda. I've heard a lot about you, and all of it good. That was a lovely speech. I'm Avery." She turned her head then, looking over the male. Her lips twitched in humor as she considered him for a moment. "You must know my daughter, Azariah. Are you close?" There was just a small shadow of suspicion in her gaze as she watched him. Not like she was going to attack or anything, just the regular watchfulness of a protective mother. She knew there was a co-alpha of sorts with Azariah in Diveen but she'd never gotten a name or met him yet. Could this be him? If so, she wanted to know all about him.