In The End

Manea continued to move toward the woman who had downed the attacking snow leopard, curious and interested in the blue-hued stranger as she displayed her obvious skill in fighting. There was no obvious pack scent intermingled with her own so at least at first glance it seemed like this girl was a loner. By that definition she was free to be recruited. Whether or not she would be interested in such a thing was unknown to her, but she would never know if she didn't ask. She kept just out of the younger woman's range of sight as she approached while she went about finishing off the leopard after it landed a slicing blow across the girl's face and neck, Manea of course being sure to keep a comfortable distance so she wouldn't encroach on the woman's personal space as she backed off of her now dead opponent with an obviously irritated expression.

The Elysium Matriarch started to shift her path to come more into view, kicking a bit of rock as she went to allert the stranger of her presence. "Well done," she complimented with a bit of a smile. She glanced over the shallow, but still noticeably bleeding cuts she had received from the snow leopard. "Those cats can certainly cause a lot of trouble. You handled yourself well though." As she came to stop in front of the other wolf, still leaving a few feet between them, she gave a nod of her head in greeting. "I'm Manea, the Matriarch of Elysium. Would you care for some help cleaning up your wounds?" She certainly wasn't a healer by any means, but she knew plenty about basic wound care to at least patch herself up well enough to get to a proper healer. She would be glad to do as much for this woman if she so desired.

"Manea Mendacium"