The young female hadn't been at the Battlefield to watch the challenge peculiarly addressed to her mother, though there was no need to see such a violent act of diplomacy to know she had lost her home. Not just her - everyone. Threar was gone. Strange wolves had taken over her pack, kicked them all out, leaving them to roam the inhumane rogue lands. Never did she feel so bare, so hollow. As a loner, everything she had loved had been ripped away - her dignity, home, family and comfortable lifestyle. Even her very parents had abandoned her, and she simply couldn't find the rest of her family. Just when her life was starting to take shape positively, her world had fallen and was crumbling around her. Could she rebuild it? No, she was a changed woman.
Ever since her life had taken a drastic alteration, she had lingered silently around the new empire's domain, sweeping her alabaster dress dangerously close to the borders. Was she ready to move on? No, not yet. Some would reckon she would drive herself mad, crawling within the general vicinity of the territory. With a mismatched gaze, she emotionlessly observed the pack, gathering as much information as she could from afar. Spying, perhaps, though she liked to called it examining. It was a strange curiosity, a desire never felt before. And there was her opportunity. Another pallid dame trailed along the outside of the border, so close to the sickening stench that only reminded the former Threar wolf of her fallen home. Were they a part of this new pack? She couldn't tell exactly, only make assumptions. Until she knew for certain, which hopefully wouldn't take long, she kept to the rogue side of the border whilst mingling with the shadows. There was a chance the stranger would scent her presence, though that was far from being a worry at this point.
