Fehu was very close to Isokan, same as Bevroren was with a new leader, so she felt it upon herself that she needed to visit. In these visits she had no clue what could become of it, she herself only recently getting used to her crippled leg acted as if it wasn't there, she walked with pride gliding across the snow easily as her paws left prints in it. This visit could end in hostility, or even a war which Isokan was not ready for, so she would not be hastily making allies. She simply needed to know the standings of her neighbors. Arriving at the borders, her scarred face turned towards the sky and howled for the alpha of these lands. No doubt it would be one of Isardis' young, or so she guessed. She had learned to keep her last name a secret for the most part just in case others judged so easily on the blood line. However, she was a neutral kind of wolf, she did not care about their father striking down her uncle. Nor the way her mother felt about the Armada family in some cases. Regardlss she waited patiently. "Talk" "You" Think

Drashiel stirred, verdant gaze falling across his den floor, rust-kissed ears twitching at the sound of a howl on the borders. Hmm? company? It was not often he had visitors. The young male stood before stretching languidly and climbing out of his den. He moved swiftly in a loose gait, letting his muscles stretch and warm up. The day was cold and the dropping temperature only foretold of harsher temperatures to come. A fall snowstorm had already dropped a substantial amount of precipitation on the terra. He approached the caller and his eyes narrowed slightly as he recognized her. Yes, this woman had been at the death match. She'd kept to herself though he knew she had not been allied with his family. However, Drashiel had no proof that the woman meant him any ill and he could tell from her scent she was his neighbor. He'd keep an open mind and see what she had to say. "Greetings Lady, I'm Drashiel Armada, Linjal of Fehu. Can I assist you in some way?" "Burn Baby Burn"