There Is A Train That's Heading Straight

She was aware that the male was taking her in, looking her over. Whatever he saw seemed to please him, and soon enough, he was approaching her. A hint of chill came into her eyes, until he stopped a respectful distance, lowering into a deliberate bow. His position upon her first sight of him had disguised his size. Now she saw that he was nearly as tall as Regulus; perhaps shorter by a tiny margin. As he sat she relaxed, and the warning chill of what could be impending doom for those who pissed her off enough thawed to warm, curiosity as he greeted her. She wasn’t certain what Malkia meant. Lady, perhaps? He sounded young, and now that he was close enough that she could smell him even with the wind blowing away from herself, he smelled young, as well. Fully mature, yes, but still youthful.

She shifted a few steps to the side, politely allowing her scent, with its aroma that might cloud a male’s mind, to pass him by, rather than blasting him directly in the face. “I used to inhabit these willows.” Grand? She wasn’t so sure of that. Her mother had surpassed many when it came to a grand presence. Her head cocked slightly at his following question. “My pack hasn’t been reborn, yet. There are still a few more details that need addressed before I can raise my standard..” Reborn. Valhalla had a knack for coming back from the dead. And, as she recalled from her mother’s history lesson, Valhalla had not always been called Valhalla. Once, it had been Starlite. It was only after whatever disastrous events had occurred in Ciroc that Starlite had moved away from, that they had arrived in Old Alacritis, under a new name.

There would be no exodus to reform from. The new name was merely a new breath of air, a chance to avoid old problems returning. She hadn’t expected to become the leader in this manner. She had been the Heir. Had things been different, Surreal would have taken the mantel when her mother had stepped down. But it hadn’t gone that way. All because of a crazy red wolf. This new life would need strong wolves who were willing to pull their weight and make the pack successful. Her eyes trailed over the fellow before her, taking more of an interest in the strength she saw in his build. The question she had in mind didn’t have a place yet, however, not after only just a few moments of this fellow’s presence. He could be a madwolf, for all she knew. However, she wasn’t getting any bad feelings about him. Still. So instead, she asked. “You are new to this area. Have you been on the land long?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think