I must admit that I am rather surprised Blackthorne has not yet reemerged from wherever it is he has been scheming from; Arturio had seemed so certain that he would come back, after all. I have been keeping a closer eye on the borders, but also on Umbra and Mataniak. If there were any two wolves Blackthorne or his sister, Natiya, would come for, it would be those - if he did not seek his enemies first, I suppose. Yet, it is still quiet, and he seems very much content within his shadows. Am I happy over it? I cannot say. It was interesting for some time, having him so able to stir the packs into a frenzy. But this new alpha seems interesting enough too, though in her own way. One of Siren's children had even departed Glorall to meet her - talks of old blood and all that. What do I know or care of it, though? Blood is hardly enough to keep anybody safe let alone prove them a decent ruler.
But she calls for me by the borders and I am not going to deny her that. My curiosity is, after all, strong enough but I am just as drawn to her in order to distract myself from the annoyances of winter. Or perhaps there are other thoughts I am keeping myself from, thoughts that will take me to having to speak with Elohim. Whatever the real reason, she is already within my sights long before I can discern it.
When I come to meet her, I see a familiarity immediately. I cannot help but smirk to myself, amused wholly by it - I see now why Ruby had taken off so soon to Iromar at her arrival. She is my age, I assume, or close enough and that means if she is old blood, then she is of Iromar's earlier inhabitants. Yet she does not poise herself as such - no aggression, no overt pride, simply black and red. Perhaps that means she is not of their culture, simply their blood. Interesting nonetheless.
I take a moment to simply observe before I finally dip my head in greeting, allowing my posture to fall ever so slightly to something more...well, less commanding.