She wondered what kind of knowledge this alpha would hold of the former alpha of Iromar. She didn't know of his allies or anything when he was in charge, though she'd been slowly gathering information from different sources. She wasn't sitting around waiting for his return by any means, but it didn't hurt to be prepared for the possibility that he would come for his throne. And she'd be ready by then. She would have her children peacefully and get herself back in fighting shape just like she did before. Then she could meet Blackthorne head on if it came to that. She'd heard he was quite the silvertongue, so he struck her as the sneaky deceptive type. Like a snake more than a wolf. She hated those types.

She didn't have to wait long before a large male figure got in her sights. She took in his lighter frame, all white and gray fur with bright yellow eyes. He was interesting enough to look at, but more than that, she saw deep intelligence glowing in those eyes. He was older too, probably close to her own age. She didn't much about the other packs when she was in Moladian before. She didn't stray too far from Aithne and Iromar then. Perhaps he was the alpha here then too and would remember that history of peace between Iromar and the other packs but she didn't know what the packs had been through between then and now either. She lifted a brow, taking in the twitch of his lips as he took her in. Her eyes took on a teasing gleam, as if to say "see something you like?" He apparently seemed to find something amusing.

When he dipped his head in greeting, she did the same, giving him an easy smile as her tail swished behind her. His first words were in a different language though and she scowled thoughtfully. She knew the Angels and Demons prided themselves on knowing Latin, but Andras never taught her the old language. It could really come in handy in times like these. With a sigh, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't speak Latin. I am no Demon, though I may look the part." She figured he was assuming she was of their bloodline by the color of her fur. Though she could wish it differently, Andras' blood did not run in her veins. He was a father to her, though not biologically. His next words, thankfully, she could understand. He spoke of meeting neighbors and asked how she liked Iromar. She nodded, the smile returning to her lips.

"It needed some cleaning up but overall, I think it's coming along nicely, almost back to the better days when it was well taken care of." Her lips twitched a little with amusement, ears pricking toward him. "My name is Avery. I believe you were Glorall's alpha when I was a soldier in Iromar myself, but I'm afraid I never got your name. I served under Andras and Aithne.." She hoped giving a little information on herself would show him that she had no ill intentions with him or his pack. But of course, she was never one to circle around her purpose for long. "I came to see what Iromar could do to start kindling trust between the packs."