His body language did not seem threatening, in fact it seemed more focused on his task at hand then anything. She wondered for a brief moment if he would simply ignore her and just continue what he was doing until his task was done. Though soon he looked up towards her. Calm eyes looked over his face, memorizing the details of his facial markings, the details in his eyes. She didn't know who this man was and he had yet to be flooded with pack scent. He must be new around here that could be the only explanation for the lack of pack scent. Internally she was weary of this stranger not sure why he wasn't rich in the scents of their home land.
He was making a weapon, crafting had yet to be taught to her. Though whatever he considered himself doing looked interesting enough that she wanted to learn more. Draken's words rang through her mind briefly and it took her a moment to think over what she wanted to do. All the while the male introduced herself, mentally bringing her focus back on him. His name sounded strong and she repeated it a few times within her mind, eyes studying his face again. Father wasn't far, what harm could learning to make a weapon be?
She nodded her head silently stating that she would like to help, before approaching and waiting for instruction of what to help with per say. Though the questions that buzzed within her little mind. She would fallow his instructions on what to do, when he gave them.
"What is a weapon...... used for?" she asked.
"Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"
Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
