We Are Born Like This

Her head turned, gaze resting upon the bronze female who had spoken. The name had been tossed around in her mind, Meinx, was it not? The Gouverneur of Arcanum? It seemed they had not formally met, however introductions could always be made.

"Perhaps," The warrior murmured smoothly, curling her lips into a sweet grin. Some would be asleep at this hour, but somehow slumber did not satisfy her. Pointless, it was. The thought of loneliness pondered her mind. It wasn't the exact word that would describe her bitter emotions. The cold solitary feeling was something she always felt. Always enjoyed. Some of Arcanum resided with family, she did not. Socializing wasn't a great interest of hers, although she needed to get herself on the good side of most of these high ranking wolves if she was to achieve anything. She had to make herself more known within the pack. "And yourself? You seem to be alone."