A subtle shift in the wind would bring his scent to her. For a moment, excitement flared in her chest, but soon to realized that it wasn't his scent, but another Olympus wolf. She would move along the border, her pace slow though no less graceful. It wouldn't take long for a silhouette to begin to form. Nostrils would quiver, taking note of the light familiarity of Nemesis. She would approach, about a foot form the border and a few feet between them. Her verdant gaze would sweep over him, thoroughly inspecting his golden pelt. He contrasted Nemesis greatly in color.
"Hello." Her voice was soft, but firm. She knew her place in this world, she knew what she was going to do with her life, and it showed. An air of confidence surrounded her, and her posture reflected it. Warriors blood coursed through her veins, and a small crown sat on her head. Her tail would wag slowly, in an attempt to be friendly. She knew that she needed to learn her have better people skills if she were to be Queen, but she spent most of her childhood away from the pack and away from an civilization, she had never learned to properly socialize. Nevertheless, she peered across the border as the boy, waiting for response. He was simply sitting there, as though he secretly hoped for something to happened.
