The dark temptress would move her slender body into the Northern Mines, slinking over large piles of rocks and hopping over dangerous obstacles that displyed themselves in her path. She remembered the last time she was here, the event being a pack meeting for Isokan. She was the only real warrior and guard for the group that wasn't a royal, which meant she better get some training soon. The obsidian woman would sigh and sit upon her haunches, topaz eyes scanning around the girl's surroundings. Yet, there was a problem. There was nobody to train her any better than she knew. All she was really asking for was a spar. She wanted to be all she could for this pack- her new home.

She paced around the mines, her energy pent up from days spent wallowing in her grief. She was mad with herself for allowing such a thing. She needed to do something, anything. Muscles tensed and claws scratched at the mine floor, head low as she grumbled. She was in a foul mood and sought to remove herself from the pack so no one got the brute of it. But as she wondered through the mines she came across the black female she met at the meeting, Mariposa. With a silent sigh and pushed back her feelings to at least be decently pleasant. "Hello Mariposa, how are you today?" She asked softly as she sat down. From what Quelt told her, Mariposa was an old friend of his and a good warrior. Maybe Mariposa could help her hone her skills in spars and maybe even task the female with making sure all members were fit and well versed in defending themselves.

Obsidian ears would flick around and her head would lift up to see a female much shorter than her own, and she could already tell it was Irune. "My Queen," Mariposa would say instinctively with a dip of her head in all due respects for Queen Irune. She had only recently met her at the pack meeting, and Mariposa favored her already. She seemed to be a sweet, caring individual. Perfect for leading this pack alongside Quelt. "I am fine, Milady. And yourself?" Ebony lips would pull up in a small grin as topaz eyes watched the Queen, Mariposa sinking down upon her haunches, as she wrapped her tail neatly around her paws, the ebony girl's stance calm and well reserved. Mariposa watched Irune, patiently awaiting her response.