A woman would approach. A woman with a coat of white, and blue eyes. To some she may not have been the most beautiful fae, but Allen was not one to wish for the so called ?ideal? look of a femme. He saw her of beauty, though something about her definitely seemed low spirited. Had things not been going well for her in the pack perhaps? He would wonder for a moment if, perhaps, this was indeed Glaciem, and her misery was caused by the damned Ice King. But no... She would approach and give a different pack name. One that Allen actually knew all too well. Dark forest green eyes would blink with surprise.
?This is where Tortuga had been moved to?? The question was asked more to himself truthfully, surprised to learn of it. The calico male would take a small moment before shaking his head, dipping his head respectfully to the other in front of him. ?Please forgive me, Miss Qanik, for my rudeness. I?m Allen Walker. I was a member of Tortuga before the alpha, Taurig, handed it over to the Ice King, Isardis. I was not aware of where it had been moved to, knowing only that Glaciem lay here in the north. I was simply observing and trying to see if maybe I might be able to find something out about the pack that lived here.?
Though Qanik had come along faster than he had anticipated any pack wolf doing so. The calico rouge would shift, seeming just a bit more comfortable with the knowledge he had obtained about the pack thus far. ?How is Tortuga run these days...? Does Isardis rule this pack as well...?? It was clear by his tone when mentioning the albino male that he did not have a good standing with him. He was curious too about this femme. She was closer in age to him, which was, well, odd... Or rather the fact that she didn?t seem to hold the strong scent of a male on her coat. Most their age already had a litter, perhaps even two or more depending on the gender of the wolf in question. Maybe she had lost her mate? Was that why she seemed down when she first approached?
"Speech", 'Thought'
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