As far as first impressions went, so far Warja was leaning towards liking the black masked fae. Granted, first impressions weren't everything and their conversation was still in its infancy, but what she'd gleaned so far hinted at a person worth learning more about. She found herself liking the fae's statement about her intentions for her pack. While she'd never entertained the thought of starting her own pack, if she had, she wouldn't want her wolves to lay around and get fat and stupid either. The fae went on to ask for the description of sticky gumweed and offer to help. "This time of year it should be flowering. The flowers resemble thistles to some degree, each with a bulbous, spiked base and a single yellow head. The plant is tall, gangly and sparsely leafed."
Finally Warja had a name to put to the face. Katja Finnvi. Kat-ja...War-ja. Interesting coincidence. Katja went on to explain a bit about herself and the pack she'd recently acquired, and in the process managed to remind Warja of her own pack. And not it a good way. While the quiet life suited much of her family, it didn't suit her. To paraphrase Katja, she didn't strive to be overlooked by the world. That wasn't to say she craved infamy, but it didn't hurt to be recognized and feared. She'd rather be received with a "mind your manners, it's Warja Kaname" mentality than a "Warja who?" one. "I have no doubt I'll be hearing more of your pack in the future." She meant it. Katja struck her as someone with the will and power to reach her goals.
They paused near a spring and Warja bent to drink. As she did so, Katja asked her a question. It was an interesting question and one Warja had never considered before. Katja had said your pack, not a pack or your hypothetical pack, so Warja could only assume she was talking about Secretua. Thankfully, as her tongue had just hit water when the question was asked, the young healer had a moment to mull over her answer before giving it. "From what I've gathered so far, I think you and I would have similar expectations of our wolves." She paused and let her eyes trail the foliage that grew around the spring before continuing, "I would make Secretua's name known. I would want us to be feared. Mind you, not for our cruelty, but for our strength and our ability to not only defend ourselves, but our interests." Allies, ideals, the whole shebang.
