Her approach was quieter than a mouse; a gentle crunching noise of snow beneath her paws intentionally made in the wet snow. Dry snow made absolutely no noise at all upon anyone arrival, or usually. She appeared from the shadows, rubies glinting in the sudden burst of daylight as she would slither toward her brother, a gentle whisper sent in his ear. "After this meeting, perhaps we could spar? We best sharpen our skills, and I'd like to teach the children and the rest of the pack about defense in fighting, should challenge come to us. The Armadas are infamous for war, you know?" A small chortle would follow her speech, a loose tone meant to relieve him of any worries he may have. Rubies shimmered with mischief before she would turn tail and return to the shade, to observe quietly, as if she hadn't been there at all.
