Though greeting a stranger's call at the borders wasn't really Ivy's place, she wasn't exactly one known for her regard for boundaries. Wherever she was needed, she would gladly go. Despite Branch technically being her superior now she was still bound to stick her nose in his business where she thought fit, and the sound of a stranger calling out definitely was something she found necessary to investigate herself. She took some time in making her way across the plains, still growing used to these lands as she slowly settled in.
It wasn't a surprise that Branch was the first to reach the call. She was quietly impressed at his attentiveness - not that she'd give her little brother the satisfaction of showing her admiration so openly. Instead, she fixed a watchful eye on the rather colorful pelt of the female he'd started speaking to. Her beauty was unquestionable, but that didn't stop Ivy from feeling wary about someone approaching their pack borders already. Gracefully Ivy loped forward, moving to stop near Branch's side, catching the tail end of his words.
It was hard to tell much about the female - she seemed confident and mostly honest, if Ivy had to guess, though she was usually quite skeptical of strangers in general until they proved themselves. Her trust, though not easily broken, was much more difficult to gain. It sounded like this Sephira had settled in a nearby land, and wanted to discuss pack things - despite admitting that diplomacy bored her. Well, at least she's being honest, Ivy thought to herself, appreciating the frankness, though she herself found diplomacy necessary in quite a few circumstances. Ah, well. This woman was not her kin and she had no say in how she conducted herself - and despite slight disapproval, she couldn't help but be intrigued.
It wasn't her place to answer, so she held her tongue despite feeling the words pushing on the back of her throat and threatening to spill. Instead, in a brief lapse in the conversation, she dipped her slender muzzle to Sephira in greeting. "Ivy Wreckage, Ferari of Kesali." She doubted this woman would know precisely what rank that was, or what it entailed, though it didn't exactly matter to her either.
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