Tell Me What I Don't Want to Know

Aserlín couldn't help but smile as the young boy introduced himself as Rhyme Imperialis.  He reminded her so much of her own son at that age.  The boy was just about to start telling her what he thought of the pack when a massive, stern woman with cold eyes came stomping into view.  She reprimanded the boy before walking up alongside him and demanding to know why Aserlín was loitering at the border.  Aser was almost tempted to make a smart comment about the fact she was merely waiting for someone to answer her call rather than loitering.  So much for the observant military pack, it took this guardian long enough to show.  If she were a darker wolf the pup would've been in some serious danger.  
However, Aserlín knew better than to start a fight with the Imperium warrior. She smiled softly at Rhyme before gazing back at the warrioress her own gaze hardening as she spoke stifly. "I'm sorry to bother you. I'm just looking for information on my missing son, Káti, he's a yearling now with earthen and black fur in patterns similar to my own with turquoise eyes. I don't suppose you've seen anyone matching that description? I am willing to pay for information if it's required."

"Speech"