Everything was leading her to a dead-end and Aserlín found herself getting frustrated. No word on her son or on her sisters. Where on earth was everyone? A roll of thunder echoed across the bay as the woman stood at the border to a large pack. Unsure what else to do she decided to take the risk and start asking the pack wolves to see if she could get any leads. Tipping back her head she howled for the alpha of this land and hope they would reasonable and willing to answer questions. She was all to aware that she might have to find something to trade in return for information but hopefully she'd be able to get the answers she sought.

Resting on her haunches Aser took a deep breath of air, eyes tipping to the sky and the spirits and she offered a silent prayer for them to guide her. She'd find her son and her sisters, she was sure of it.

"Speech"

In the shade of a large oak at the side of the waterfall lay Frith and his tiny daughter Farore, they talked quietly in the mist of the falls, enjoying the cool it offered in the summer heat. Their enjoyment of their time was obvious in the smiles, giggles, and wagging tails of both Destructions. The pair could often be found talking here, though Farore could have been switched with either Arkay or Thalos depending on the day. Sometimes all three. He'd fully enjoy the time with his beloved children, and the sudden interruption of that time was less than welcome. Not that he would have been able to ignore his duty.

With more than a little disappointment Farore would be sent to the den and Frith would make his way towards the border. He'd move quickly through the tropical forest, his paw steps all perfectly placed as he travelled the different deer paths through his home. He took longer than he'd of liked, but his rush was obvious as he came to a halt before the stranger. "I am Frith, Author of Threar. What has brought you here today?" His little grudge would not make it to his voice, though getting back to his babies was at the forefront of his mind as he took in the golden eyed woman at his border.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Aserlín willed her nerves to calm as she waited for someone to answer her call. Truth be told it was an exercise in not getting her hopes to high. Wouldn't it be lovely if the wolves here could answer all her questions? It was extremely unlikely. All she was really hoping for was some sort of hint, however small.

All too soon an earthen male would appear. Introducing himself as Frith and while she did not know what an author was she assumed he must be some sort of high-ranking wolf. She sensed some urgency about him and wondered if she'd come at a bad time. That would be just her luck. Dipping her head in greeting she spoke, "It's nice to meet you Frith I am Aserlín Thyre. I'm seeking information and I… well I just need to start asking and the loners have yet to be particularly helpful. I'm seeking information about my son Káti, he'd be a yearling now, his markings similar to mine though his pelt more of a sandy color, turquoise eyes. I'm also searching for news of my sisters Dægmar a darker wolf with white markings and emerald eyes and Aerndís a wolf of a dune pelt like mine but more… splotchy, lavender eyes." She was aware she was rambling and quickly paused. Breathe In. Breathe Out. "I can be more descriptive if you need…..oh, and I understand not wanting to give information for nothing. I am open to a trade or working for the assistance if you deem it necessary. I'm sure we can come to terms."

"Speech"