There seems a melancholy spirit to the lass before her. It is the kind of spirit that is lost and needs some guidance and Aithne's eyes sharpen as she looks over the female, certain she could do some guiding. Maverick, after all, hadn't chosen Iromar but had been chosen BY Iromar. There were many positions waiting to be filled in Iromar, some more complex than others, and what better way than to diversify in order to find what she needed. Besides, those who did not seek high ranks still had purpose within the pack, daily functions to complete to ensure the survival of all those around. Being a loner must have been tough on the girl yet she does not know anything about her. Yet.

"Seeing who you are and knowing who you are, those are two different things." Her coarse voice is calm in this moment, eyes disappearing behind black lids for a moment as a breeze sweeps across them and she relishes the moment. Then the green of her eyes flash once more. "I have found that I can find who a wolf is." The words are tantalizing, both promising Oliza that she would if the girl only asked, a bit of bait perhaps but Aithne was certain she could find a fit for her. She had been Minos once for a reason.

"Nice to meet you Oliza. I do not know of your parents, but I will say even for an Empress I do not know many. My pack I know well for I guard them everyday and I ensure that they will survive in a safe land, even if nature is dangerous. Have you always lived without a pack, Oliza?" She makes a pointed effort to sniff the air so that Oliza will realize she is talking of scent and not that Aithne has been stalking her (which she hasn't). If Oliza took off, well, Aithne would huff then go on her way without chasing her down. "Perhaps, if you wish to try a pack sometime, you could come to Iromar as my guest. It is not so bad as many may think."