I've always liked to play with fire[Astaroth and lirim]

It was with catlike stealth and elegance that the ebony and gold woman slunk through the valley in the gilded rays of the sun as it hung low, barely remaining above the horizon. Shadows stretched and twisted their way along the ground and her partially mottled coat would be right at home in the contrasting natural colors around her. Her approach was quiet, paws rolling carefully, toe to pad in the noiseless manner of a coyote. Nose twitching as she neared the border, Razi set to work learning what she could as fast as possible.

Her journey here had been largely uneventful. It was interesting to spend time with Amon's daughter on the way here. She reminded Razi of Pyralis in a few ways, and she was surely very different from Razi herself. Hopefully the girl had enough of the right parts of Amon to be an asset in this mission. Time would tell. As she got to work, Razi kept an ear out for Astaroth nearby. It was easier for Razi's marking to stay fairly hard to spot this time of day, she wasn't so sure about her niece's natural camouflage though. Slinking low to the ground through the tall grasses, she stalked near the border and took in the scents carefully.

A fairly even mix of male and female scents, all adult from what she could tell. Maybe... eight to ten, give or take? There might be more who stayed away from the borders for the most part. Several scents were stronger than the rest, making Razi think they may very well be the leaders of this particular pack. Wait, what was this? A strange scent was faintly caught treading the borders here and there, a little faded for the most part but parts were stronger. "Looks like someone's expecting," she thought to herself as she took in the smell she now recognized as the unmistakable perfume of a soon-to-be mother.

Creeping several body-lengths back from the border - a distance she hoped was respectful enough - she searched for Astaroth and hummed, "Should we call and say hello now?" Words fell from her lips smooth as silk, with an unusually upbeat tone. Razi was no fool; if there were residents of this pack hanging around nearby she wasn't going to go hissing menacing things they might overhear and give them reason to see her as a threat. She wasn't one, anyways, diplomatic mission or not it wasn't her style to go in ready to attack.