Pleased To Meet You, Hope You Guessed My Name

Keahi does not have to wait long for two wolves to appear; a pale woman is accompanied by a blood red male. Raising from her seated position as they near, the woman offers them a deep, respectful bow before straightening up as the woman greets her. With a friendly smile and well-practiced words, the red woman says, “Hello! I am Keahi Mogotsi, Diplomat of the Armada. We are your neighbors here in the north.”

She can feel the man’s heavy gaze on her and the tropical born wolf turns her ocean blue eyes toward him. Offering him a polite dip of head, Keahi works to keep her attention spilt between the woman who had won the pack challenge and the red male as she explains, “Sirius, the Warlord of the Armada, asked me to introduce our pack to you. He would have come himself but there were a few matters he had to see to first.”

With that, Keahi once again seats herself on the ground, tail wrapping loosely around her hip. Her stance is relaxed, open and, if they wished to attack her, the woman would be unprepared. The only reason she wears her armor is because of the warmth the polar bear fur attached to it offers. A chilly wind tugs at her woolen cloak and a shiver races her spine. But Keahi keeps the smile on her lips and asks, “May I ask, what do you intend for your pack?”

Her words are light and filled with genuine curiosity as she gazes calmly at the pair, seemingly unaware of the man’s disdain for her appearance at their border.


"Keahi Mogotsi"