The other side isn't always greener

Out of all the territory that Tortuga had claimed, the alpha had found herself preferring the trees of the redwood forest, or the lake out of all of her territories. The trees offered much protection from snow and rain, and she always stumble across something or someone new. It was just happy coincidence that the red forest bordered the sparse pines of Glaciem, so it kept her close to her father and aunt's lands- something that she wasn't complaining about. In fact, that close alliance was perhaps why she spent so much time patrolling the border, she hoped one day to run into the albino form of her father- or Sendoa, she had heard Isardis had fallen ill, and she was curious to know the state of him.

Her paws drilled against the ground as she moved at a steady prance, her silky fur billowed slightly on the breeze, tail- though erect in the air, moved slightly in a wag, nearly to the tune in her head. A familiar yet strange smell lingered in the air, a Glaciem wolf, yet not the one she hoped for or one that she knew. Curiosity drew her forward, until the other was in her sight. Stepping up to the border, her ivory audits flicked forward in interest. She sniffed the air, her violet eyes staring at the strange female with interest. "I'd almost bet that we're related." Her voice was soft, but warm. The odd colors on the female reminded her of a few of the other half-siblings she had. "Pardon my manners, I am Roman Armada- Queen of Tortuga." She introduced herself, waiting to hear the other woman speak.