You will remember me
Both the alphess and the bird would lift their head in unison as a howl rang at her borders. Avalon had expected this eventually. She herself had taken too long to seek out the Viking woman, but she wanted to find out as much as she could before she did that. She didn't find out much from Vereux as he seemed to keep repeating what was already said, and telling her he was broken and such. Yes, he had gone to call for Katja out of nowhere, but he hadn't waited long enough and chose to follow her back after their argument. That alone had gotten her to think more, and then there was the conversation she had with her son who had evidently spoken with Katja without her knowledge, seeking information about him. She wasn't mad at Lykos, but the fact that he was actively seeking to throw a pack mate under the bus under allegation wasn't right.
She was the Alpha. It was her business, not anyone else's save for those involved. And the fact that her son was involving himself in such matters upset her. But she did not show it when they talked. Making her way to the borders, Tanaraq flew overhead as she scouted the area. Avalon could smell the Yfir warrior, and she would soon come into her sight as well. Without breaking stride, she stepped across the borders into the neutral territory, standing several feet from Katja while Tanaraq perched in the branches above. She gave a respectful nod to the smaller woman, amber gaze unwavering as she stood tall but non-threatening. "Katja. I would say it's a pleasure, but I assume you are not here for pleasantries." She knew the Viking had questions, and Avalon likewise had questions of her own as well. This was business between Alphas. And any who tried to interfere--regardless of who they were--would regret it. |
