the world is purple

It always seemed that the calls at and near her borders came in waves. She could go months and even seasons without anyone calling for her attention and then all at once she was very in demand. She didn't particularly have an issue with either eventuality, but for now she seemed to be in the cycle of fielding and greeting guests. She was on the island that most of Elysium made their dens on when another howl called for the leader of her pack, but luckily she was near the land bridge that connected them to the mainland so it didn't take her all that long to answer the call from what sounded at least like a stranger.

Curious, Manea trotted out across the Rock Garden to find the individual that had summoned her here and at the border she discovered the lightly-hued male that was painted in tans and slate gray. Her aqua gaze did a cursory sweep over the male as she approached, picking up on his scent as she tried to decipher if there was anything of note she could pick up about this man before she spoke to him, but other than his height and his fighter's build there wasn't much for her to pick up on. She offered him a pleasant smile as she got closer and offered a small nod of her head in greeting. "Hello. I'm Manea Mendacium, the Matriarch here in Elysium. What brings you to my borders?"

Manea | Temno | Ciemny