Azaya had wandered into pack territory after her talk with Aditsan. She had been so shocked that he knew Russian that she didn't notice the scent border and wandered over it. Now she stopped, smelling the scent. Then she shook her head, ignoring the signals. Maybe she could join and get away from the strange rouge Aditsan.

Why was she thinking so much about him? He was just a dirty, worthless brute, after all. Would she have to give an offering before she could join? TheRussian femme looked down at the six fish in her jaws. It had took a while to catch these fish, but she could give them up. She dropped three fish just inside the territory and waited behind it. Then she lowered herself and helped herself to the other three fish.

The small femme shivered from the cold. Her light coat of fur did not help her at all. After she ate, she found a small stream nearby and rinsed her paws off. The blood went down the stream. She lowered her snout before drinking and heading back.

She waited on the side of the border patiently. It shouldn't be long before someone came along.

An unfamiliar scent had caused the queen to rise from her resting place, maw reaching outwards, airways becoming streamlined as nostrils would quiver with dull interest. The freshly battle-marked youth had barely been in her new kingdom two days and already she had encountered a few stragglers; the dwindling scent of rogue hovering their tired bodies as they would ask cautiously for a place to stay, a home to flourish. Hell, the russet lady would give them one if they were sharp enough, if they seemed to have the mental capacity to not be a complete and utter nuisance. Physical abilities came second in most cases, but still they were important; it was only to be expected, the queen herself was a boasting image of prime-trained muscle, even with her scabbing battle wounds she maintained an icon of aptitude, of fitness. The foolish stranger had crossed their borders, her pallid pelt barely visible against the snowy backdrop of Glaciem. It would be forgiven while the territory was still new; there were breaks in the borders where the fae and her brother hadn?t yet managed to mark. Though still, this new-comer would be treated with caution. As Eos neared, pelt bouncing atop russet leather as limbs carried her at an fervent trot, it became clear that the creature had for some reason or another, decided to bring her morning catch with her. Cute. Well, at least she could fish. Limbs would cease a wary distance from the creature, tail raised in a show of outward dominance as the hair over shoulders would thicken, prickling in defense. ?You?ve imprudently let yourself exceed our borders; I?ve no fortitude for fools. So, what is it that brings you? Quickly, before your fortune runs dry and my brother discovers your mistakes,? perhaps it was a light intimidation, a wavering suggestion that the fae hurried herself along. She had been lucky that morning, had it of been Syrinx to stumble upon her essence she probably would have been pinned to the soil by now with hot breath crawling down her collar.

Azaya trembled at the sight of this wolf. Instantly, she rolled over, showing her stomach. Then the wolf spoke. ?You?ve imprudently let yourself exceed our borders; I?ve no fortitude for fools. So, what is it that brings you? Quickly, before your fortune runs dry and my brother discovers your mistakes,?

Azaya trembled before speaking. But this time, not in Russian. "I-I w-wish to join." Azaya's voice trembled, but not because of fear. She hadn't spoken English for years.

The snowy babe would tremble beneath her skin, growing weak at the knee?s before dropping to roll onto her spine; ah, a show of submission- as it should be. The russet queen gazed down upon the earth-bound female, pale gape skimming her half-heartedly from pallid skull to flailing toe. She was nothing impressive however healthy, her muscle-tone was certainly not that of a fighter, but the fish that lay at her paws suggested she were capable of at least something half useful. Perhaps Eos weren?t as wary as she should have been, and as the snowy vixen spluttered broken lyrics, the lady would raise her skull as if lost in a moment of judgemental thought. Alas, it wouldn?t take long for her to ponder the creatures request, ears flicking almost in carelessness as she would respond, ?Do you sustain the abilities to support yourself, vixen?? though lyrics were presented as far more rhetorical than sincere. ?We boast no place of refuge for those unable to return our offering of protection in one way or another; however, I will open Glaciem to you as a home- just evade my toes, and I return the reverence, yes?? It was fair, no? Unless of course Eos requested the ladies company, she would much prefer muted solitude.

?Do you sustain the abilities to support yourself, vixen?? Before Azaya could stammer out an answer, Eos spoke again. ?We boast no place of refuge for those unable to return our offering of protection in one way or another; however, I will open Glaciem to you as a home- just evade my toes, and I return the reverence, yes?? Azaya nodded before speaking. "Yes. I understand." Her voice was not as shaky now.

The babe was not one for many words, her submissive behaviour only topping off the favourable traits this woman withheld. Though Eos would remain doubtful, sure that such a quiet and fragile being could not be of help in the event of a war or inter-pack affair. However, the lady had no true reasons to object to the pallid vixen?s requests, and so she would begin to turn away from the small wolf, pale gaze still held to the shuddering fae?s own. ?Very well, Glaciem will be your domicile. Though I would suggest against testing your precincts, you?re walking on skeletal ice lady; trouble-make at your own peril,? with conclusive verdict Eos would begin to walk away before pausing once more and sparing a few moments to glance back, ?What is it you call yourself, again?? Though not one for names, she supposed it were in her duty to know.

"Azaya." Was the brave answer.

[Bad muse]

The lady would manage only a final gurgle of syllables, the simple name ringing forth and carelessly grasping the queen?s towered ears. Azaya. Though the russet vixen would swear no truth on remembering the snowy woman?s dubbance, she would loosely attempt to store the name amongst the other partially-lost identities that swirled the backdrops of her mind. With a final moment?s gape, Eos would continue onwards, leaving the fae to explore her new home or do whatever she so piteously wished. -- EXIT EOS --