Silence

Patrols were a regular part of a well oiled pack and they were one of Aslatiel's favorite tasks to carry out. The small fae liked to walk. She knew these lands like the back of her paw already and each circuit of her patrol could only further that familiarity. Every so often another of the pack might accompany her. She and Indigo had walked the well worn paths many times. Today, however, she was alone.

It wasn't often that she came across something interesting while she patrolled. Usually it was just the scent of some passing predator, the blood of fleeing prey, or the faint scent of another wolf walking outside of the Valta border. Today was different though. There, laying just on the other side of the border to the rapids lay a wolf. He was monochromatic in color and was significantly larger than she was, though that was no hard feat. The blonde and grey fae was small and light but she was a nasty piece of work when someone raised her ire.

As the scarred woman watched, a small bird toppled from one of the many trees, landing with barely a sound on the brutes muzzle. Golden eyes opened to look upon the fledgling and Aslatiel arched a brow, curious as to whether or not the wolf would take advantage of the snack upon his face or not. Surprisingly, he did not. She wouldn't have either.

Moving just to the edge of the border, right within view of the resting man, the striped woman seated herself. "It seems as though you've a way with lesser animals," she commented conversationally. The fae's galactic gaze, a swirling nebula of rich purples, blues and pinks, stayed unflinchingly upon the man's face. "I am Aslatiel Indarra, alpha of this pack. It's uncommon to see one resting so close to our borders. Do you need assistance?" It was all business until it wasn't and, as of yet, he'd given her no reason to think that it wasn't.

"Asla Indarra"