Moonstones and Moonlight [Red]

Her head tipped slightly to keep the stranger in her peripheral, not quite focusing on the male until he drifted closer. There was no hail from the large stranger, and eventually, she turned her head more, subtly watching him as he went right up to the wall. Well, he was an interesting looking fellow, and her eyes dropped immediately to the sabers he bore, ears perking slightly. His coloring she didn’t really remark upon in her mind—after all, she’d seen far more impressively marked and colored creatures, and one of them would have lit up like a gentle torch in this lighting.

There was no skulking, furtive behavior—in fact, he seemed enthralled by the structure he father and the pack had founded and she had continued with help from the pack and her companions. As he came closer – and then even rose to his hind paws to get a better look at the wall – she perked her ears slightly as the flow of mumbling reached them.

Far from being annoyed at the frank contact with the visual border of the packlands, she had to bite back a grin as she noted that he was so utterly focused on the wall and its construction that he’d thoroughly missed her presence on top of it. Of course, within the hide shelter, it was harder to spot a sentry.

She let him continue his inspection for several minutes before she leaned forward and cleared her throat loudly enough that he couldn’t have missed it unless he was deaf.

“Welcome to the border of Valhalla. I am Aurielle Adravendi, Spirit of Valhalla – or alpha, if you will—can I help you?”

Her words were, as ever, lilted with a mixed accent, added inflection brought by her canines making it all the more fluid. She’d had the momentary urge to pounce down beside the stranger, but she’d resisted it in favor of a more professional first impression, though amusement lingered in her eyes.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think