Her first stop here had been to her former ally, her second to examine more closely the border of the former Tortuga - the scent of a previous pack still fading but recently splashed over by a would-be claimant, too new to bother with - and now she made her way to the third pack, entirely new to her. She stopped at the border, sampling the scent markers. It had recently changed hands, the alpha-scent of a previous alpha still barely faded beneath a new alpha-scent. Interesting... perhaps the pack was not so new? Or had a new pack simply changed hands quickly? She would see. Katja sent out a call for this unknown alpha of this unknown pack to speak with her at the border. She'd learn more then. "Speech."

Arian had only received Isokan recently. So she couldn't act as if she knew everything about being an alpha. The Soul was assessing things carefully, not getting too ahead of herself. Ever since ethereal disbanded she felt empty, but somehow Quelt had brought her some joy, even if it was only a shift of power. The woman limped across her borders towards the caller, a calm collective form of a black female came into her view as the crippled alpha stopped in front of her. "Welcome to the Isokan borders, my name is Arian Soul of these lands." she greeted carefully. She had seen how destruction did it in Seracia. Only a few times had she watched Azalea from afar, but she felt she had to do things her way. Not how everyone else did them. It was a difficult life, and she was determined to make it despite being so young. "Talk" "You" Think

The alpha of the unknown pack did not keep her waiting overlong. In fairly short order, the limping gait of an approaching wolf was perceived and Katja watched as she maneuvered closer and introduced herself. Her gaze took in the younger alpha's form, noting the scarring and the disability but not lingering. Any warrior who found themselves shocked and appalled at the results of their trade wouldn't last long in it, after all. The viking mercenary dipped her muzzle in a shallow greeting, alpha to alpha before speaking in her blunt, to the point manner. "Heil, Arian. I am Katja of Yfir, formerly Olympus. I will not waste your time with misconceptions and political foolishness - I am not here seeking allies for my pack. I am here to learn more of your pack and establish what relations Yfir can expect from it." Mercury eyes kept their cool, distant gaze leveled upon the alpha, but she remained alert, as ever. ""

Arian's ears perked towards the woman, Olympus? Her old home had been claimed by this woman, then what had happened to Syrinx's children. These questions flowed through her, but now was not the time to ask them. After all Katja was kind enough to grace her to get right to the point. Making her shift slightly. "Isokan is a pack who is close knit, we encourage getting to know each other and being a family. Always working to better ourselves in our chosen specialty and knowing about others as well." she explained, flicking her tail. "I would love to make an alliance with Yfir, but during times of war we will only aid if the enemy proves to be a threat to ourselves." Arian would wait to see what Katja thought of this and if she wanted to ask anything else. Even if there were questions littering her mind about Olympus, she didn't want to be rude. "Talk" "You" Think

Katja listened in silence as Arian described her pack in broad, sweeping terms that could just as well have described Yfir or half a dozen other packs and did very little to pinpoint for Katja what the pack was like. Very little, but not nothing - she found it unlikely that it was a pack with any dark tendencies, and by the way the woman spoke she believed it most likely to be a "good" pack than anything else, and seemed fairly insular rather than the interfering type. Unlikely to pose a threat to Yfir unless Yfir threatened them directly. When the woman intimated that she wanted to ally with Yfir, Katja's gaze turned frosty and the tip of her tail flicked. "As I stated, I do not seek allies for Yfir. Even were I, what you propose is only the shallowest of allegiances designed merely to protect your own pack. It would not be acceptable." Raising herself imperiously, her tail curving around her hocks, she shook her head. "I believe I have my answer, Arian of Isokan. You need not expect war from Yfir, but neither will we shed our blood for a pack unwilling to do the same. Farewell." A sharp, dismissive nod and the Yfir alpha turned to slip away. This meeting had proven rather short on details, but she knew what she needed to know for now.She'd taken her opportunity to ask her questions - it was not her concern if Arian did not. -exit Katja-

Arian understood Katja's reasoning, after all it was too soon for herself to be throwing Isokan into alliances when she knew they wouldn't shed their blood for no reason. Yet, she figured now that this was out of the way this was her chance to ask Katja about her little cousins. "Wait, Katja, I have a few questions to ask if you don't mind." Arian said stepping forward a little. Her ear gave a flick. "I was once part of Olympus, but only because my uncle sired a litter from virgil. The youngest of her children are my cousins, may you know what has become of them?" Arian asked curiously. She really had no business in asking, she promised Syrinx she would help care for the young, but then only came to roadblock of their mothers side of the family. Arian did not like the way things had turned out, but she had no opinion on Virgil. Other than the pain of how the pups had been abandoned and she unable to care for them was forced to move on. "Talk" "You" Think

Arian's plea dragged Katja to an unwilling halt and the Yfir alpha paused, turning merely her head to the side to indicate that she would listen. The woman explained that she was formerly of Olympus - that it had been her uncle who sired Virgil's second litter, and Katja fleetingly considered that she might be facing this unknown, this Syrinx, as well as Virgil over the pups but set the thought aside. If he appeared, so be it, but she would not waste time worrying over it. His family could not be that close to the pups if the Olympians had not even bothered to inform them of the pups' captivity. "All of Virgil's pups have been retained in Yfir," she said shortly. "Your cousins have chosen to apprentice to be warriors and are both healthy and safe." Seeing no reason to stay and explain any further now that the basics were out of the way - figuring that the Olympians could give their version of events as easily as she could and she didn't mind wasting their time with it instead of her own - she resumed her path. -exit Katja fer realz-