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She didn't have to wait long before she noted movement. Her gaze settled on the smal figure plowing right through the deep snow heading in her direction once her call rang out. They looked like they might have been going in another direction beforehand. A border patrol, perhaps? But her call caught their attention so now they were headed her way to see what she was about. She waited patiently, ears pricked forward on the figure as it got closer. Once she was able to pick up a scent, she knew it was a male coming her way. He seemed small for a wolf but she'd seen wolves of all shapes and sizes and knew never to judge someone by their size. It was often a fatal mistake to underestimate another wolf like that. The male seemed friendly enough as he got closer.

Once he got free of the snow, he shook off and she wagged her tail invitingly. Then he set his gaze on hers and she was curious to find he had two different colored eyes. She didn't see that every day in Moladian. He introduced himself as Tyrion, Razorwhip in the pack. She had to believe that was a diplomatic role since he'd come to greet someone from another pack. She dipped her head. "A pleasure to meet you, Tyrion. I am Avery, Monarch of Iromar." He then told her that the alpha's were busy but she caught their names, taking them to memory. Nymeria and Kalseru. That way, when she did get to meet them, she would be in the know. He asked if she would mind his company until they arrived and her lips tugged into an indulging smirk as she lifted a brow. "Old man? I see no old man here, only a man of experience and wisdom to share. I don't mind waiting with you, at all." She said with a teasing wink.

He gave a charming smile to go with it, as if he was used to charming the ladies. She bet he was quite the ladies' man in his day. Hell, he might still be a ladies' man, for all she knew. She certainly wouldn't deny him the carnal pleasures of life. Her head turned as she caught onto another scent, only to see another wolf coming in their direction. This one was female and as she got closer, Avery could see the tell tale stance of an alpha in her body language. Now she only had to find out which one she was. The female seemed happy enough to see Tyrion already here. He must be a much appreciated member of the pack. Avery waited patiently as the female greeted Tyrion first before turning her gaze on herself. She gave her name as Nymeria and Avery nodded in acknowledgement.

"An honor to meet you, Nymeria. I am Avery, Monarch of Iromar. I came to see what we could do to start instilling trust between our packs. I know the history with the swamp pack in general hasn't been great with other packs. I hope to change that." Her gaze shifted to Tyrion, not forgetting that he was here. She was thoughtful before she looked back at Nymeria. "I have a lot of warriors and spies and a lack of diplomats and healers. If you're up for it, maybe when the snow clears, we could see about a cross training session between the packs? It can be held here if you prefer or in a neutral land. Just something to open the borders again." She pricked her ears, eager for Nymeria's thoughts.