Roots run deep

Manea gave an intrigued glance as he gave his name along with a title. The King of Fenmyre. While his scent had been similar to those that she had smelled around Ashen during her visits around their borders it was clear he had branched off on his own at some point or another. That made him all the more perfect of a candidate for her questions as they fell into step beside one another and continued down the dark sanded beach. There was plenty about Boreas she could have asked and perhaps she might circle back to the land itself eventually, but she could scout and see that sort of thing for herself. It was the wolves that occupied it that she was curious about. She felt fairly confident in her assessment of Venom and her family, but it never hurt to find a second opinion - especially from someone that she assumed knew her and didn't have a direct pack loyalty to sway his answer.

"I've been scoping out and getting to know Ashen and its Empress," she mentioned, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "Am I right in my guess that you're familiar with them?" She didn't expect much more than a grunt from the fairly silent man, but either way she waited for some kind of response before she continued. "I've made plans to scout out a pack to the north. Venom suggested I take the pack as my own and said there could be an alliance if I'm successful." There was little to no doubt in that statement. It wasn't as much of a question of if she would lay claim to power of her own, more just a matter of timing. She gave him another curious glance as she asked, "From what you know of the other packs, would you agree they are a good target? Is Venom's word worth the effort?"

Manea | Temno | Ciemny