As he patrolled, it would seem he would soon have company, for a monochrome woman with red eyes approached him with swinging hips and determination in her gaze. Trei stopped at her greeting, though without movement the chill slush seemed to seep between his toes all the more. She bore a very new pack scent so even if she hadn't introduced herself that way he'd have known her to be new to the pack, and Atreides grinned appreciatively. Maybe she was a fighter. It would be nice to have someone new to spar, and she was only a few inches shorter than he was so they weren't a bad match in height. She seemed a little slender for a fighter, but not every fighter was muscular after all. "Atreides Armada," he returned laconically. "Not new to Imperium." He grinned his slow, lazy grin and winked at her. "Welcome to the pack. Doesn't look like much right now, does it?" He cast his eyes over the muddy, slushy, nasty ground of the Range, churned up by the passing of pack wolf paws and prey animal hooves. "I promise the territory isn't usually this mucky, it gets much prettier once the slush is gone."
