The plains were certainly home to some of Alacritis's larger prey. It wasn't rare to find many different sort of grazing animals dotted throughout Valhalla, but what was rare, was to find wolves that weren't a part of the pack hunting them. The alpha watched the stranger, not sure what would possess a wolf to hunt on another pack's territory unless they had something of a death wish, but perhaps this female was young? Naive perhaps? Or she had simply crossed over the borders without noticing while tracking her prey.
Whatever the reason, it was Chrysanthe that would be pointed out first. To her surprise the woman stepped right toward her, the other lupine's slim figure parting the grasses that lined the small clearing, and questioned her business here. The alpha was baffled, but quietly looked the female over - she didn't seem the malicious type... but honestly there was no way to tell with nothing but a first glance. "Well, I just finished watching an intruder attempt to hunt on my pack lands." The other should realize her mistake, if it really was a mistake to begin with.
If it wasn't, she would just run her out of here so that she could hunt elsewhere.
"You're on Valhallan soil girl, and I am Chrysanthe Adravendi. Who are you?" She would introduce herself despite the other's trespassing. This didn't necessarily have to get nasty. The alpha honestly hoped that it wouldn't.
"Speech"
