A Chance At A New Life

Yikes... He'd obviously had a bad experience. As the man went back to eating, he began to rant about his old pack. About backstabbing, worth and, ranking. Padding across the clearing, the little woman seated herself in a patch of sunlight the bright light gleaming off of her immaculate, three-toned pelt. She kept her coat clean and pristine, always, and was very proud of it. The spring was still a little chilly and she'd been in the damp recesses of the various stone structures, and so her tiny frame could use a bit of warming, hence the sun beam.

Shifting the loaded pack that was slung across her neck and one shoulder, she spoke, green and gold gaze drifting about the clearing. "That's not a pack. Your previous alpha must have been very immature." Lifting one dainty paw, the fae inspected her claws absently. "Every member should be appreciated; their strengths used for the benefit of the pack and their weaknesses trained until they are no longer weaknesses. Status, while essential, isn't everything." She wholly believed in that bit. Iolaire never paid attention to titles. They were just words, after all.

"So what are your intentions here? Are you going to seek out a new pack? Play the dashing loner role?" Dashing indeed. Despite his wariness, he wasn't bad to look at. Iolaire appreciated pretty things.