Her ears flicked toward the sound of pawsteps, her gaze following a scarce moment later to focus on the approach of a semi-familiar form. Surreal Adravendi, who had lived here before Hellstrom's rise. She raised a questioning brow, tilting her head in return. They had certainly wasted no time in returning. "Adravendi."
Katja fell back into a long moment of silence at Surreal's words, silver gaze probing as she watched the younger female. Her words implied she had known of the siege - Katja was not one for wild speculation but she made a note of it, and it begged the question, how much precisely did Surreal have to do with the siege? Politics was a tangled, frustrating web but it was one that all the packs in the south played. Even if she refused to play by their rules, she would need to watch the game to protect her pack. If Surreal had manipulated the situation to send Bass and Valentine both after Hellstrom... but why a siege, when any number of solutions less dangerous to her allies could have sufficed? Alacratia wolves did not seem to have the fortitude to risk the lives of others for their own gain. An unlikely scenario then, but Katja did not reject it out of hand.
Her mind continued to pick at the scattered threads of possibilities, but her face did not betray it, nor her voice as she neutrally replied, "I am certain your chance will come soon enough. There are many packs yet on this continent."
