And my home is speaking melancholy

Quote:Now was not a good time for visitors, and that was just what this woman at her borders seemed to be doing. Chrysanthe would step toward the stranger, her eyes expressionless, and her figure carried as a leader, but without maliciousness. This woman did not smell of Glaciem, only ever so faintly of packs that she held an alliance with. It was for that reason that she would approach her with more curiosity than anything else, her tail level with her spine and her head held high despite everything to the right of her being as good as blackness in terms of sight. With her good eye she would look the other female over, idly curious as to where she got her bright blue mane, but even more so at what her business was here. "I am Chrysanthe Adravendi, Valhalla's alpha. To what do I owe the honor, stranger?" She would ask, and expectantly await an answer from the other woman. Hopefully it wouldn't be more bad news, she seemed to be getting nothing but nowadays.