Stepping on Toes

"Perhaps not, hm?" She mirrored, brow raised as the wolf stepped out from behind a clump of bushes. A sort of amused expression was held over her face, holding an air of authority though the wolf would not have know that she held a spot among the pack behind her. It was a female, pelt of snow such as herself but with mismatched eyes and brown wisp-like markings surrounding them. Surprisingly, she wasn't hideous and tainted by multiple colors. Paradox would smirk as she lifted her skull, ears forward while her tail lightly swung from the boulder's side casually.

Silent, a woman of few words it would seem. Well, that or she was part of the unnamed stranger who had been lingering around Hellstrom since the day they arrived here, slipping past the borders and going into the isolated area of the estuary. Oh yes, Paradox kept a good eye and nose on the activities going on around her father's pack, trailing along the outside of the borders in various spots since she didn't spend much time inside and mingling with the commoners. It was quite sad really, just stalking around without even saying a hello. Paradox liked making new friends.

Clearing her throat, the young woman would look away and towards the land behind the other white woman. "A friend, or perhaps family?" She questioned, not entirely looking to learn about who they could possibly have that she knew but more so to see if she would hint towards something she could use. "They have something of mine." Her attention would shift, glancing over her shoulder with a faint sigh and shake of her head. "Though, it will take time to get it back." Shoulders rolled in a shrug, turning back to her unnamed company.