Peculiar

Manea gave the woman a curious glance when she mentioned how she hadn't heard of anything like these stones in the stories of something called Foi. One of her interests was learning about the beliefs and ways of life of others so having such a casual mention of something of that sort did catch her attention. She wasn't all that surprised that she hadn't seen anything like these before—neither had she until she came to this area looking for a place to found her pack. The curiosity eventually turned from the ruins to her though as the question came up about the pack scent that throughly permeated her scent. She nodded to confirm the finding, turning more toward her new acquaintance with a slight smile. It is indeed. Just that direction in fact," she replied with a nod of her head toward the stretch of land in the distance that was dotted by the occasional boulder. "I'm Manea, by the way... I'm the Matriarch of Elysium. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Manea Mendacium"