Massive paws would strike the terra with an eerie stealth, shocking that such a large woman could be so quiet. A pair of deep cerulean optics remained fixed upon the lands ahead of her. This was the territory belonging to the lovely dark dame that she had encountered a little while back. It was interesting, the labyrinth of mammoth boulders and slabs of stone. Her caramel crown remained between her shoulders as she wandered closer to the border. The offer had been too tempting, to be with another Viking in a pack that was in need of warriors. She couldn't turn down such a rich offer, and now here she was. Night had long since fallen, the stars twinkling in the obsidian sky, watching from on high. They would keep their judgements to themselves, send their opinions to the heavens. Skoll was up there too, chasing the half full moon across the night sky. He might look upon this meeting, he might not. The lunar herder needn't care about anything other than his duty. Muscular haunches would fall to the snow bound terra slowly, carefully. The hardened layer above the power crunched in protest as her bulk rested upon it. She would regard the landscape over her shoulder, pondering going back and investigating other packs for a brief moment. There would be no turning back now, of course. With a slow sigh, azure gaze would return to the maze of stone. Cranium would rise, snout pointing towards the sky as a deep howl of summoning would pour from her throat. Her decision had been made. As the call echoed amid the boulders, the giantess would wait calmly for someone to appear. Hopefully it would be the regent, the lovely woman called Katja, and then she would charm her way into the smaller she wolf's den. Possibly. Her luck with the queen had not been the best, but that didn't mean she wasn't capable of getting her way. Golden plume would rest upon the snow beside her, strewn across the terra at her left side. Breath would escape her mocha nostrils as clouds of silvery mist, wreathing about her muzzle. Tall audits sought the sounds of breath, footsteps, keen on the tells of presence nearby. Broad shoulders would be held straight as she waited, muscle tense and ready for anything that might befall her at these borders. Impassive features would hold no emotions, however cornflower blue optics would glimmer with mirth and curiosity. A yawn would stretch wide her powerful jaws, and then they would snap shut, salmon tongue escaping her inky lips to swipe over her muzzle. She wondered who she might come to face if not the regent, but it did not really strike fear into her, nor worry. She was assured by her own might, prowess in battle. So she would settle in and wait. "Speech" Thanks to Chrono for making this sexier than Captain America art for me!

And unfamiliar call rose over the rock garden. Gray ears pricked toward the sound as Katja caught it, before she slipped to her feet and began to lope toward the border. Unfamiliar, yes, but the voice resembled someone she had met but recently, and it was likely to truly be the viking woman she had come across in the singing caverns. Had she decided to join them after all, or was she simply hoping for the chance to flirt more? Katja's silver-ticked coat ruffled irritably at the thought, but she continued her swift pace. Regardless of her personal discomfort, Ebony was truly in need of warriors - she did not doubt she would lose more as she forged them into the empire Raisa had intended, for they had learned to enjoy the lazy listlessness of Ebony in recent season and would not appreciate being forced into usefulness or cohesion. Stopping just over the border from the golden viking, she simply stood there, silver eyes resting on the norseman as her dark ringed tail curled easily at the level of her hocks. Her brow raised questioningly.

The darkness was interrupted, by an ink blot form approaching amid the rocks. Familiar angular frame and granite pelt, moonstone pools glinting in the dim light of the moon overhead. The regent had arrived, and she looked just as lovely as before. A sly grin crept up onto the features of the golden Viking, her cornflower optics gleaming as she held the steady gaze of the smaller femme. "Good night, nordmann." Purred the gruff vocals of the giantess, her crown dipping respectfully to the other woman. "A decision has been made, that I would like to accept your offer." She continued, her melodies wreathed in mist as she spoke. Her caramel plume would give an absent flick as she regarded the woman opposite her, and tall audits would give a twitch as she sought the sounds about her. Never too careful, there was no such thing in her mind, she wanted to be sure there would be no surprises should the queen decide to test her with a small ambush of warriors. "Anything you wanna know?" Sultry tones would inquire, the innuendo clear as day despite the genuine offer. She would answer any questions, personal or otherwise. Shame was not something she knew well, her unabashed expression as neutral as before. She had no knowledge of how to go about these proceedings, having been given a good home from birth and never needing to find another. Sure, she had taken in the odd stray who needed a home, but that had involved set rules put down by her father. She knew how to test potential warriors, what questions to ask to figure out how loyal they might be. There was always a good answer, but never truly a right one. So, her gut would have to guide her in this endeavor, since she had no real experience to go on. Cerulean pools were calm and patient as she could be, reflecting no unease that might be harbored, however unlikely. OOC: sorry for crap reply, I'm just trying to spit 'em out and catch up after my leave! "Speech" Thanks to Chrono for making this sexier than Captain America art for me!

The larger viking woman stated that she had accepted Katja's offer, and eyes slitted Katja simply nodded at first. Good, good, she'd been more than short of capable bodies, and no viking could have survived as long as she had if they were not capable - if you were not able to fight you were no real viking. Of course all she had was this woman's word that she was a proper viking, but her intuition, that touch of Freya's paw on her shoulder guiding her, said that she was. "No questions," she said, shaking her head. "It is actions, and skill, that I care for, not words or past. You will have the rank of thegn, unless you prove unworthy of such warrior prestige." She turned from the viking then, gesturing for her to cross the border. "You will want to find a sleeping-spot I am sure, and to learn the territory. I will leave you to explore for now. Welcome to Ebony, Sigyn." What she needed to say was said, so the smaller viking melted off among the ruins to see to her duties, and to allow the new warrior to explore without Katja watching over her shoulder. -exit Katja- "

There was a slow nod from the ruler of the resident pack, and the golden giantess would wait for further speech from the smaller woman. Cornflower orbs remained fixed on the high cheekbones and mercury pools, not daring to stray in case the regent took offense or thought maybe there was no wholehearted dedication in the mind of the caramel pelted woman. Then the granite coated lady would speak, and words that pleased the Viking princess greatly would tumble from her dark lips. No need for a background check, simple acceptance was all. Wondrous. Then came the assurance of rank, and warrior's prestige was hers. There was a small gesture from the dark woman, to cross the borders. The offer of rest came next, and silently, internally, there would be a sigh of relief within the brutish woman. Though the queen did not say it, she knew that to learn the territory was without question the first thing to be on her agenda. A welcome came final, she was given a proper welcome by name. A flirtatious grin, and the large crown of the lighter pelted woman would dip toward her chest in thanks and respect. "Thank you, lovely regent Katja." She rumbled, looking up with her crown still between her shoulders to rest her cerulean gaze upon the ebony masked features of the queen. "I hope to see you around, it says a lot about a wolf- how they act when they are at home." She purred, before raising her cranium and watching the woman leave. She knew the queen had heard her, she didn't need to be given notice of this. With that, she set off to find a suitable place to call her own within her new home. .:Exit Sigyn:. "Speech" Thanks to Chrono for making this sexier than Captain America art for me!