These lands were... odd. Interesting, perhaps. It would be a good new home for her peoples, she felt... but not this specific land. It was too dry, too hot; it was the opposite of her desires. No, she desired the cold, the North. Only the North bred true, only the North bred strong. Anything else was weak. Even the strongest females of the South would likely be weaker than those born and bred in the North. It was, after all, the way of the world.

Still, she could not help but be fascinated by all lands. She had come here on a whim, seeking new lands. Her family, her pack, was outreaching their lands; they needed to expand, where there was nowhere to expand. That was her mission, her desire. To let Thalestris name be known across all lands... and perhaps feared. She wanted the strongest women, the strongest warriors - the strongest men, though they could never match her nor any sisters of hers.

First though, there were other priorities above her ambitions. She'd step to the lake, lapping at the water; it was cool on her dry throat, perhaps the first cool thing that she had encountered in days. She needed to find a wolf; she had found none since entering this land, and she needed a way out of the West. She did not know what direction she was heading - not at all .

His way back home after the first rather... Odd encounter had left Castiel feeling a bit off. Castiel took a roundabout way home, pressing on through the winter cold. But it wasn’t too bad here in the West at least, not compared to the North. He would press on, feeling a bit out of sorts. The things that other man had said... They troubled him. He would speak to Surreal about it, perhaps. For only she could truly calm his nerves when they were like this. Castiel would look towards the lake as he arrived in the territory, finding another wolf present. The darkest of ebony would drape over her coat, save for her ears it seemed. Castiel would raise a brow, curious about her. Perhaps his meeting with this woman would go far better than the meeting with that man had. Castiel would approach, head tipped forward respectfully towards the woman. “A fine winter’s day, is it not?” "Speak"

A voice would reach her - the voice of a man's. Displeasure zipped through her, but it was no matter - she had hoped for one to come, and the gods had answered. How they answered was not for her to judge. She would turn to face this man, silver eyes coming to rest on his face. A pure, pristine white this man was, with glimmering golden eyes. He was taller than she, which was a pleasant surprise - she was not used to males being taller than her. Rather, the opposite generally occurred.

"I suppose so, male," she answered, her head not budging from it's position. It was right for the male to bow his head towards her - not so much would she give him the equal when he would not be anywhere near the rank of her birth. "Do you know this area?" she questioned, gaze sharp as she watched him, awaiting the - hopefully prompt - response.