As the other wolf spoke she'd store the one question that stuck out, embarking quit hastily on if she were new here or not. Yes, she was, but why should she give such information about herself out. Then again, she had breathed her name to the girl so why not just tell her. Taking in a deep, steady intake of oxygen Fayelon erupted into a sequence of remedies. "Ah, yes, I am quite new here actually. Met a couple of wolves on my passing through these new lands and first meet and greet wasn't as pleasant as this one is. Although I can't say that for certain, who knows you might decide to attack." A fool of a grin came sprouting onto her characteristics and she couldn't help but release a chuckle. Watching carefully as the femme began to move and when she did so did Faye.
The other question hit her with a pang to the heart, she remembers clear as day when her father banished her from her homeland. But instead of taking the heat and walking off with her head held high she turned satanic and slaughtered her father for his wrong doing. That day was one she'll never forget, having her own parents blood on her coat was something she never thought would happen; but it did. Fayelon would blink in sync motion as her digits toyed with the soft soil beneath her, looking over at the she-wolf whom seemed like she was awaiting an answer.. so the onyx woman gave her one. "I come from a far away place, one that is past the horizon and across treacherous landscapes. I am a Greek descendant, born to a king and queen. I am indeed a foreigner."
