The girl is a pretty mix of colors, Aithne thinks while her dark emerald eyes trace over her figure. The scent of the girl does not remind her of any of the packs which puts her in mind that she is a loner - a loner that could be recruited, if the girl was willing and had the drive. What she needed, more than anything, was a healer, but she would take what she could get. Russet backed ears flip around to catch all the sounds of the crags, the scrabble of tiny feet as mice seek their own sustenance and the sound of feathers against rock as a bird suns itself and cleans its feathers. She presses her hips into the earth beside the pond of water between her and girl although she keeps her eyes on Oliza and dips her head slightly in acknowledgement of the greeting as well as the submissive behavior. If the girl shows this much respect as a loner then as a pack member she would be quite worthy, but only time would tell.

Miss. How polite she thinks with the slight twist of her lips, not really considering herself a miss. She lifts her right paw, which is half white, and presses it into the water to feel the cool liquid seep between her fur for a moment. "If you are seeking fish this pond won't offer the best options," her hoarse voice hits the air with a wry smile. "We have quite a collection of fish in Iromar. I am the Empress Aithne. Who might you be?" She almost says miss but refrains for it would feel weird on her tongue. She is curious about this girl, alone and unfettered by the world and so young.

"Who are your parents?" She asks, unable to help herself, but wondering if maybe Kneph was the father of this girl for she was of similar coloring.