When Heat Crosses

The queen has been busy, so very busy in the last few days. She keeps trying to recruit others into her pack, and ignore the prickling annoyance she felt in the back of her mind at her newest acceptance. The pack had met and hunted, and she worried for Misha, the meek girl seemed to lack confidence in her hunting abilities. She needed to do something about that. She had recently met with Cataleya the queen of Arcanum, and she felt her mind wondering about the things they had said to each other in that meetings. Most of all, the meeting with Drashiel weighed on her mind, Glaciem was in chaos- and she worried for the pack. Needless to say, she isn't paying attention to the direction that her paws are carrying her until she smells another. Her mind snaps back to reality, and she pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath and processes the scent. A female, and a stranger. She relaxes and continues to approach the stranger, her violet eyes looking over the relaxing lady as she approaches. "Am I interrupting?" She speaks softly, her tone nearly soothing.