Kaliska grinned. Rule the world? My, my what lofty aspirations for a rogue fae and a fox. Kaliska had no such goals. She didn't care for her hopes to tower above her so readily but she knew plenty of others that got their drive from it. The femme, now introduced as Raisa Xanilov, was clearly a creature of ambition. But Kaliska admired her for it. A disthroned queen determined to rebuild. It was like something out of a fairy tale.
Tell me, what might my competition be? Do you know aught of the packs roving about?
Kaliska shrugged at the femme's question. "I know little of the packs of Alacritis, other than most of them do not capture my attention. Glaciem is large, a pack of conquest, though I hear femmes are expected to breed often. Seracia is also quite large and so is Valhalla though? a call rang out not long ago of a challenge on the battlefield so that may change. I know nothing of the others. The packs of Alacritis are as fluid and changing as water." The jackal-faced femme sighed lightly. She supposed she should have done more to find a pack but the rumors that constantly shifted around made it difficult to guess where she might belong. Her tone suddenly shifted to a more serious tone, head cocked slightly to the side as she gazed at the mismated eyes of Raisa Xanilov. "I like the way you carry yourself, former queen of the Ebony Throne. What are your plans to rebuild and why is this goal of importance to you?"
