look at you all grown up

It wasn't too often that they had callers at their borders considering the fact that they were a bit out of the way in comparison to the rest of Boreas, but that was how she preferred it to be. Chimera and Fenmyre had certainly influenced her choice in where they had ultimately settled even though they had passed through several suitable places in their travels. In the end, the island had been their first home as a band and it had become their permanent home as a pack. She was taking advantage of a day of good energy and was patrolling with Alastor when the howl reached them from the border. Her dear husband was still on thin ice with her, but she preferred to keep him close and on a short leash until she decided otherwise and she always felt a bit better having someone patrol with her when she was pregnant even if she wasn't terribly far along just yet.

She gave Alastor a glance and turned their path back toward the edge of the Rock Garden. Luckily they hadn't gone back across the land bridge to the island just yet so it didn't take them terribly long to reach the dark coated stranger that waited for them. He was quite the striking brute with horns spiraling from his head and a faint glow to the gold flecks through his coat—certainly enough to catch her attention at least. The scent of a pack was heavy on his coat and she recognized it from passing by the unknown pack on their trips down to Auster. She gave the stranger a small smile and nodded her head as they approached him, keeping her expression neutral for now until she found out more about him. "Hello. I'm Manea Mendacium, Genetrix of Elysium. This is my husband, Alastor. Who might you be?"

"Manea Mendacium"