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

Razi was eager to get to work once Astaroth replied, a howl ready to form on her lips- but there was no need for a man called out to them. Thank goodness she'd chosen her words carefully, it wouldn't do any good for the members of this pack to hear things they weren't meant to. Astaroth called a greeting, and Razi padded after her as she made her way over to the first one to call out. Another male approached, and Razi appreciated their timely response to someone at their borders. Of course they hadn't known the Abraxas women were lurking, but they sure were quick to take notice when they'd gotten close enough. That was good, she didn't like dealing with fools.

Astaroth took the lead, and Razi was happy to allow the younger woman to do so. It gave her a chance to be the observer and drink in everything the Lirim wolves did. She took note of their features, their builds, everything. Taking in their scents, she noticed they both smelled like they were in good physical health. No signs of illness, or other physical weaknesses. Nodding, Razi would add, "It's always refreshing to be greeted swiftly and pleasantly. Good to meet you two."

Glancing between them Razi eventually asked, "Have you had your pack long? Forgive my curiosity but you do seem pretty young, Rory." there was a warmth and charm to her voice that only appeared when she was really trying. It came off genuine, but surely those who knew the woman would not recognize this amiable tone when they heard it. She'd singled out Rory because... well, call it intuition, but she did sometimes have a knack for picking the leader out of a group. The way Rory took charge while the other man remained more stoic said all she needed to know.