Metztli had a clear restlessness to her. Everything about her was alert and on point. Even as she leaned against her sister to offer her support, or speak to Avery, her senses were clearly forever scoping the area. It was a trait her mother had pressed in on her, her grandfather had engraved, and her life had written into her. Her eyes flicked from Avery, to Whisper, to Zharko, and back, trying to take in everything each wolf said and did. She knew her sister like she knew herself. There was nothing but authenticity in the paler female. Unguarded emotion on her face. It seemed the same could be said for Avery. It eased the young woman to know their possible new leader was not only easy to read, but it seemed committed to Iromar and the wolves as well. Only Zharko still seemed to keep himself reserved. Though through their time together, Metztli could still not help but trust him. Even with the recollection of their time under the paws of Blackthorne.

”I am Whisper.” soft and shining, the blue one spoke, a smile on her face and her tail wagging happily. It was obvious that she was excited to be home. Metztli…. Metz for short. she knew the tongue of her forefathers was sometimes challenging for others. Thank you, for letting us come home and stay. The relief that flooded the small wolf was not as clear as it had been for Whisper, but her ears had stopped twitching at such a rapid pace and it seemed as though she was able to breathe more deeply. Her head cocked at Avery’s question, eyes narrowing in contemplation. Her mother had been one of many trades and had tried to instil that in her children as well. As far as what she excelled in, she was not sure she could say. Her size made her ill-suited for being a true warrior, though her build would allow her to hold her own. Against any sort of game she could take out rabbits, but a deer would mistake her for one. She had her edges, and was slowly learning to use them to her advantage. Diplomacy. She finally settled on, knowing she would need a place and a job before she went out of her mind with boredom. But I have some things I want to do first. So far her first act of negotiation was blunt and right to the point.

Whisper also seemed to be taking time in her thoughts. She was a kind soul no doubt with little interest of making waves or asserting herself in the world. Shy, but not aloof, she wanted nothing more than to be home and stay in the home she wanted to know again. “Iromar has always been my home, even when away. My family runs deep here and I would like to share what Iromar truly is with others who call it home.” she smiled, her tail wagging. “Make sure people know what it means to be Iromarian.”

When addressed, Zharko’s gaze flicked back to Avery and steadied on her. Unnerving and nearly challenging he held the gaze, as if trying to evaluate exactly what she had said. Metztli tensed as she watched between the two of them. Most Alphas would not tolerate such a gaze from a fresh subordinate and she did not know if she would have to jump in to cut the tension. Knowing Zharko was never one to willingly get on the ground and submit, Metz hoped Avery would take his blink and slightly ducked head as the sign of truce that it was. ”I just want to be.” There was a slight shrug to his shoulders. ”’Blank slate’ and all.