Took from me, so I let you go

Delphi is on a patrol when a brief call rings out from the border. Her mind had been elsewhere, distracted by the ever growing list of what being an alpha meant. Almost glad for the distraction, she changes her direction and heads to where the stranger sits. Looking at the woman with a smile, Delphi gives her a brief nod of greeting before closing the distance and coming to stop just on her side of the territory line. A respectful distance until she knew what the stranger's wants were.

"Greetings, I am Delphi, the Curator of Hemlock. What can I do for you?" She inquires, honestly feeling so tired of being so formal all the time. But now that she was a leader and in a political position, she had to have a good image all the time. Prim, proper, mature, professional. Ugh. It's not the girls' fault, not a bit, but Delphi can't help but let out a little sigh. Before the stranger has time to response, she plops herself onto her rump and lets out a quick yawn. "Apologies, I'm exhausted and so over the formalities," a little bit of the real Delphi shines through, her smile turning more into a lopsided smirk as she now awaits to see how the girl reacts.