Why can't we be friends

Patrolling was what seemed to take the time of the ivory woman lately, the ranks of Tortuga were growing but it was a slow process. Since the earth-quake she had stuck reasonably close to home, only straying once further away. The forest was still a tad chaotic, new paths had to be forged so that the wolves could travel through the denser parts. The gorge was back on her list of places to investigate. How dangerous was that rocky hell hole now? She had physically healed, her hip no longer throbbed after walking the borders, her bruises fading into bitter memories. In the weary autumn air, a call for her would ring out across the lands- and she'd push herself into a graceful trot towards the source of the sound.

Her eyes would come to rest on a silvery woman with unique markings and even more uniquely colored eyes. Approaching her, she'd slow to a walk, her hips swaying gently with her movements. She would come closer, confident in her steps, her head raised. Violet eyes scanned the stranger, before she politely introduced herself, "Hello. I am Roman Armada, Queen of Tortuga. What can I do for you?" Her tones weren't warm but weren't frigid, she was neutral as she curiously looked the other woman over.