Fearless [Iskra]

"Thanks, I do too," Iskra admitted. Honestly she'd been a bit absorbed in worrying about herself for some time while she was alone, something she felt bad for now that she'd stumbled on Artemis and realized she wanted to reconnect with her family. She was certain she'd find the next member of the trio of sisters at some point, though. "Well, she looks a bit different from us, but I'm sure you won't have any doubts she's an Aeris should you ever lay eyes on her," Iskra chuckled.

A smile so wide her eyes crinkled slightly at the edges took over her features, warm and amused. Yeah, she could see how it would be a lot nicer to be a part of a group and not worry so much where the next meal was coming from. "Haha, true enough. I suppose food lone is a pretty good reason to want to have numbers on your side. That and your alpha is quite the interesting man. I suspect he'd going to shake things up quite a bit." Joining a pack was a far more appealing idea when she knew there'd always be something happening to keep her interest. Chaos sure seemed like the kind of wolf who could promise such things and keep true to it with little to no effort. The crew was probably going to be keeping the other packs on their toes, especially as their numbers increased.

Ideas... Well, what a good question, and one she wasn't entirely prepared for at that. "Well, maybe for starters sometime we could hang out in or around pack lands and make Art think I joined already. That might be funny. So far I'm just hanging around the area though, I may grow bored before I can really mess with her," Iskra sighed, she could be patient but the thought of dragging out her joining forever would probably get under her own skin before she bothered art. Besides, her blue sibling seemed to be having some interesting back and forth with Chaos when she'd taken Iskra to see the pack lands... Maybe Art would be too busy to notice. Gah, so much to think about. Enough of that, thank you very much. "Hmm, I'm pretty good at sneaking around, despite what one might think with this starry pelt of mine. I'm not a terrible fighter though I might be a bit rusty. Art and Leto are the roughhousers in our litter."