Ashes on the Air [Deathbelle]

For all that the other leader’s litter was still far from weaned, Aurielle wasn’t left waiting long at the border. The shimmering white Spirit studied the other woman without being rude and staring overlong at any one point, though a quick flicker of a smile flitted across her features as her eyes briefly graced the evidence of children along Deathbelle’s belly. It had been so long since small paws had pattered across her own territories that she was vaguely aware of a faint sense of envy for the other woman’s luck.

An easy smile settled onto her features as the woman introduced herself formally, and with an internal wince, Aurielle replied in kind, with her full name that her father had thought so damned funny to bequeath upon her at her birth. For all that she next to never used the full introduction, it still flowed from her tongue in a lyrical song, without any sense of arrogance to go with the long name.

“Good day, Empress Deathbelle. I am Aurielle Rhiannon Marie Adravendi, Spirit – or alpha – of Valhalla. I came with the hopes of forming an alliance between our packs—or at the very least a non-aggression treatise. If you are interested, I can also provide trade goods.”

Her eyes rested on the Empress’ features, silently assessing the woman’s reaction to her words with her own sense of curiosity.

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