I will break into your thoughts...

She was no beast, she had manners when she ate. Atreyu kept the squelching of her meal to a minimum, choosing to strip long bits of meat off of her kills rather than simply chew them off like some sort of heathen. Keeping her retractable claws firmly in the flesh of the rabbit so it wouldn't slip, Atreyu consumed it until there was only the hide left. The spotted woman hadn't realized how hungry she actually was until the rabbit was gone. That was when she saw an earthen shadow heading her way. Holographic silver-to-lavender eyes shift to the approaching male, her own features nearly cold and impassive. There was no reason to be overly warm, Atreyu couldn't recognize him from Judila or any of the nicer wolves she met.

He started their conversation with a fact, "I'm not from Judila...But, I've heard of it." Atreyu knew then that he had seen her ritual, which on its own was no issue, but Atreyu was a deeply private wolf. He introduced himself as Eltrys, an interesting name, much like her own. "I am Atreyu, prin-" She stopped, quickly correcting herself, "Now, queen of Judila...if I can find what's left of it." He asked for their story, going on to say he wasn't sure how long he had been gone from the homelands. Vaguely, from some distant puphood memory, she could remember his name. Not much else about him though, could he be working for the wicked wolf who had destroyed her home?

Suspicion tickled the outer edges of her mind, sharpening her features and throwing a guarded look at the other. Her face remained a bit cold, though the story of Judila needed to be told. "My father trusted the wrong wolf, that's what happened. An alpha from another pack, we didn't know he was bent on genocide and destruction...So many of Judila are gone now, I just want to find what's left...If there are any left..." Depression was written in her usually warm tones, grief and so much more leaking into her voice. There was a lump in her throat that made it hard to swallow and hard to speak, but through wavering vocals, she told their unhappy tale. "Maybe Kiska sent you to me to help me in this...Finding Judila..." There was actually a hint of youthful hope in her wavering, teary voice. Would he help her?