The weans chuckle would breach her ears before words. It seemed that the queen would favor warmer weather to the cold place she called home. Interesting. And such ass backwards logic. But she didn't comment, keeping her thoughts to herself. The pale woman would not move away as she closed the distance between them, instead she allowed it. A question would bring a smile to her face. "I have, in the west. What about you?" She did not smell of a pack, she smelled of a rogue. A brow would lift, subtly hinting to the fact that she had taken note of the woman's change in scent. "Politics are such a fickle thing, always changing. Only a few are capable of remaining the same." She shoulders would lift in a shrug. Politics were a burden in her eyes, something that was time consuming only to fall apart with the fall of an empire. But this one, this woman, there had always been something about her. The silver queen knew of the Armada line and the power the albino King had held. Her own children held some of his blood indirectly. And with the combination of her own, the crimson substance had built powerful beings.