an icebound wonder

For a moment she caught the eyes of the young wolf as their gazes met, and she thought she saw something... shadowed, haunted in the girl's eyes. But the moment passed with nothing more than a chill and Harmony blinked away the strange feeling as though brushing away a spider's web. It was probably just her own troubled thoughts coloring her perceptions. The girl was of an age with Bass' children... Regardless of what she did or didn't see, it was a welcome distraction for Harmony, and she slipped out of her resting place politely. As she did she extended her other senses, noting the scent of Imperium that clung to her.

"Good morning," she offered with a soft smile. Their packs were ostensably allies, but the alliance was tied entirely to Rhythm's relationship with the other pack's alpha - he had struck her as a dangerous man despite his feelings for her sister, and dangerous men had a habit of attracting other dangerous people. Imperium's eager participation in Bass' war, and the damage they had wrought, had not dispelled her uneasiness with them. She was guarded, wary, of the other pack, but she sought to hide it beneath friendliness. Even though the girl smelled of herbs in the manner almost universal to practicing healers, still Harmony remained wary.

"I'm Harmony, a healer in Abaven. Am I correct in assuming you hold a similar rank in Imperium?" she added with a curious tilt to her head. Did Imperium even have a rank for healers, or were they just another layer of warriors in the militaristic pack?