She did not have to wait long, it appeared, as a man of many colors approached her, calling himself Mithras. They were a vast contrast to each other, the colors on his pelt like those she’d never seen before. In truth, it intrigued her to know if there were many more like him. Where she came from, most of the wolves were devoid of color, holding steely and ash-like hues, the eyes really the thing that stood out against their pelts. She dipped her head in return to his greeting. “It’s a pleasure, Mithras. You’re borders intrigued me… I was wondering about your pack and it's values?” She offered in return, curiosity lingering in her eye and on her facial features as she tipped her head slightly off center and to the side. It might have sounded strange, but to Taia, values were everything that a pack had and if you joined one who did not necessarily share these values, you might have a hard time trying to find your niche.
