The woman was alone as she patrolled the Red Forest. Duty and interest were what filled her time, and today it was to be on the dutiful side of things. A patrol around the borders of her pack was the first step... But after that? Perhaps a hunt, maybe a spar... Something to keep her moving. The woman was deep in thought, mind shifting with thoughts of her parents and siblings. It was such a shame that the Black family never followed her to Alacritis. She honestly missed them and was reminded how much of a stranger she was here. Even in her own pack she felt the sting of difference. Was that her fault or the fault of her pack? Bernie had interacted sparingly with them. Perhaps she had not given them much of a chance. She would let out a heavy sigh, her gaze passing through the trees. How much longer would she keep up this facade of a false name? It seemed none took her seriously anyway so why would giving her real name make a difference? She would give a soft snort, discontent settling deep in her chest as she dropper her rear end to the earth. “Bah!” She’d growl to herself. She wasn’t helping anyone in this sort of state.

"Bah!" Laufey's ears perked and he peeked around the tree to get a look at whoever had made the sound. He recognized the woman as a packmate, but if they'd ever been introduced he couldn't remember her name. Even though he was pretty sure he'd gotten there first, the brute asked, "Am I interrupting?" The woman seemed annoyed. He'd understand if she wished to be alone. If she were a rogue he'd be inclined to stand his ground and make her leave if she wished for privacy, but her being a packmate toned down his tendencies to be a bullheaded asshole and made him a little more considerate.