This place was something that seemed to fit into a horror story. The large gaping hole into a cavern. However it seemed perfect to find a place for her herbs. Even though she probably would have thought better to have a den in Valhalla for it. Regardless the young white wolf made her way through it inspecting the walls of it and trying to make sure she got a good scent of the place. She didn't know what she was looking for anymore the further she went into the place.

Liz was never really afraid of dark places or spaces for that matter. However the unease she had was there still. Probably a healthy source of it too. Making sure that she could retrace her steps, she sat down and flicked her ears. Listening to the air around her and taking in the scents. Hopefully she ran into something interesting soon.

Sirius was scouting along the West, surprised at just how many packs lay in the territory now. Once, it had just been Valhalla, until Deathbelle had settled in there, and then he had branched out and made the Armada. He didn’t expect to find that three packs where still the area, now that both Ashen and the Armada had moved along.

On his way back home, he made his way towards the Descensum, the place where Resin had gained such terrible injuries. He wasn’t happy it had happened on his watch, and wouldn’t forgive himself easily. Perhaps that was why he wasn’t paying as much attention as he usually did, and stepped a little too close to the snake that had passed his notice. It struck him, puncturing a hole in his ankle, and bringing a hiss from the Warlords throat. He bent his head down, grabbing it in his maw and ripping it free, likely doing more damage to his leg in the process. He crushed its head between his fangs, and threw the carcass to the side. He lifted his head with another agitated hiss. He didn't know enough about snacks to know if it was poisonous or not.

Elizabeth heard something down one of the tunnels. It sounded like a wolf in pain if any - of course she was drawn to this sort of thing. The white wolf made her way through, but what she saw made her blink for a moment. This was the first she gasped for a moment seeing such a huge monster. Not that she hadn't heard about them from her mother. However she was still in awe of the sight and now she had a new patient to deal with. Urgency as well when she saw the snake that the wolf had mawed. From the looks of his leg too it had bitten him. Hopefully it wasn't poisonous, she couldn't see the markings too well due to the damage.

"Sir!" she exclaimed. Moving forward she looked at the wound and sniffed at the snake. "What did the snake look like did you get a good glimpse at its head before you tore it off? I'm a healer I can help you." she didn't like not being cautious but if this was something of a problem she needed to find herbs fast. Many may not have known but growing up where it was dry, snake bites were common. If Boreas sported the herbs she needed.... then there was a fifty percent chance she could make an anti venom. However from the smell she wasn't sure if it was poisonous.

The small white wolf that appeared would see the white side of his teeth. He snarled at her in warning as she approached, but her words sounded vaguely urgant, and she asked about the snake -admitting she was a healer. He frowned at her, a stranger, putting herself in harm’s way - for Sirius was easily recognisable as a warrior, and right now a cranky one at that - for no gain. He took a sniff, and recognised the scent on her. Aurielle. Perhaps she made a habit of encouraging her wolves to act as she did - selflessly. Foolishness.

“I did not” he said, spitting out the head at her feet. Nor did he know enough about snakes to know what type it was. Perhaps she would have a better chance then himself at identifying it. He would not turn down her help, but he felt grudging at doing so. He didn’t want to owe Aurielle any more then he already did. He would have to find a way to make even with this wolf before she left his sight.

Ooc: I’m cool with you picking the breed

Elizabeth made sure to stay where she was when he showed his teeth. Unlike others who may have jumped to help no matter what, she really wasn't that kind of wolf. She had learned living in a ruthless life that enemies sometimes simply did not want to accept help. She was not as heartless to reject them help but Elizabeth didn't want to help a wolf who did not want it. Those fangs though, they reminded her of miss Aurielle. As he spat out the head it was mangled but she tried to make sense of the markings. "Do you want my help?" she went to ask carefully as she sniffed the head. This is one of the moments where she didn't think sharing her name would really help.

She could smell a pack on him, but she was not aware of the factions around here yet. Elizabeth was under the assumption that he might even hate her without even knowing who she was. "It's a rat snake." she confirmed from the black coloring and light underbelly. While it was not venmous thank the gods, it could leave a nasty infection. She remembered a wolf once having to lose a limb because of it. "If I don't treat that wound of yours you could lose a leg." though he probably had healers back home. How quickly they could stop the infection. Well that was really up to their skills.

He waited, stationary, as she inspected the remains. The bite stung something wicked, but he rolled with the pain, blocking it from his mind. That she had appeared helped him keep a stoic image, he would never admit to pain in front of a stranger.

He had never heard of a ‘rat snake’ but frowned heavily at her words. Lost a leg? Was it really that serious? He wasn’t sure he trusted her, this stranger with a promise of expertise. To trust that it was as serious as she admitted, or to suspect her of lying? He had little choice, it would take too long to return to his own healers. He let loose a soft sigh, and decided to extend to her some trust. “Very well, treat the wound. What will you take in payment for your services?’

Elizabeth was tempted to ask for something. Survival had been harsh back home and back then she wouldn't have hesitated to ask for food. Though if it had been an enemy she probably would have told them to keep it hush hush. She was too kind of a soul to leave someone to die. Liz smiled at him, "Just chat with me for a bit how about that? I am in no need of anything at the moment in my life.... you smell of a pack I am new to Boreas so I don't know much about any of the packs." She then turned to the wound. It wouldn't be serious right now - and luckily some first aid would probably just do him some good. These caves were pretty barren, and she highly doubted that he wanted Salvia in his system.

"I'll be right back I know just thing for this and I saw it just outside." Liz quickly would make her way outside of the caves. Her heart pounding against her chest she made it easily outside today. The little yellow flowers were there on the side - she dug and kept digging pulling up the roots of the plants and taking them back inside. "Dandelion Root, it'll keep your wound from hurting from inflimation and should help starve off infection until you can get back home." she explained as she chewed up the root and went to apply it topically to the wound. "Make sure they treat you for infection - that's what to worry about from the bite. Keep it clean." hopefully this didn't seem too rude.

He chuckled, surprised by her request. It seemed the wolves of Valhalla were determined to surprise him at every turn. He sat on the earth, allowing The stranger an easier reach of his coat. He could accept this trade, even if it was a peculiar one.

He waited well she ducked back outside the cave to grab whatever she spoke of. He spent the time considering, thinking, what he could tell her. She wished to know of the packs of Boreas. What did he know?

When she returned, he began. “Winterfell is North of here, led by a man who fancies himself a noble warrior. He attacked the pack he was allied with recently, and I wiped the floor with him and his second perhaps a year ago. I know little else of him. Abaven lies to the Easten shore, their leader is young, but brave. I believe most of their wolves are healers, or lost souls. I haven’t interacted much with the other packs, but the Armada - where I hail from - is a pack of closely knit wolves, warriors, for the most part.” he finished. Surprised by his own lack of knowledge by the packs of the land. “Thank you-” he raised his voice in a question, realising he hadn’t caught her name. “I’ll be sure to do that”

Elizabeth honestly hadn't been expecting much from him. Yet the information he gave her was valued. Not that she needed it, after all whatever her pack thought of others was what she was supposed to think right? At least that's what her father had wanted and it was a part of pack life. It made her chuckle when he explained about his ventures with Winterfell. Though what really caught her ears was where he hailed from.... who was he anyway? "Ahh, Elizabeth Adravendi Sorry, I didn't quiet catch who you were either Sir." she smiled. Looking over the wound once more with the poltuce she had placed on it. It seemed he was a healthy strong male, she didn't think he'd have any trouble recovering not in these lands at least.

"I'm sorry to intrude too but you said your pack the Armada was warriors? I ask because well, my sister Kaizer is looking for a home and she's a loyal warrior if I were to ever know one." it might not have been a good idea to send Kaizer to a pack who might be rivaling with her own. However if it meant her sisters happiness it really didn't matter. Kaizer cared more about the culture of the pack rather than their family now. After meeting Roza they had come here what they came to do and it was now time to live their own lives. "I know it's probably not the smartest asking, since I'm not aware of Valhalla and your packs standing but me and my siblings have always had pack loyalty in our blood and we recently lost our home." She quickly explained hoping it wasn't boring him.

“I’m Sirius Fatalis, The Warlord of the Armada” He explained as she gave her name. She had finished tending to him, and most of his enmity had faded away. There was nothing guarded about this wolf, just a genuine desire to help. So strange to Sirius, but he appreciated her help.

He had given her the boon she had asked for with the information of the packs, but it hadn’t been a great deal of info. He knew little about so many of the packs that roamed these lands. He really needed to fix that. “I dislike split priorities, but send her to the Armada, and i’ll have a talk with her” he said with a frown. He preferred one's interest to lie solely with their pack, that way there could never be a conflict of interest.

If she had realized that he was the alpha maybe she would have treated him differently. Elizabeth was happy though, maybe she could put in a good word for Kaizer. A girl who was more inclined to go for fighting and valor than anything else. Liz couldn't claim to know what was going on in her sister's head but at least she could give a bit of an idea. When Sirius said that he didn't usually like split priorities it told her that the Armada and Valhalla didn't really get along which was fine. "I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't know she would be a good member. We grew up in a harsh environment and she always had a knack for fighting. Even if we had different packs at that point our loyalties would be to our packs not to each other. We were taught that from a young age." she was probably boring him as she stood up.

"She doesn't make decisions lightly, I'll send her your way. We're pack animals since birth loner life isn't suited for us. Thank you for the information Sirius Sir. Even if we meet again and are enemies, I really enjoyed meeting you today. Take care of yourself and that wound." she smiled to him. If allowed the white wolf would turn down the tunnels and exit. She did suppose it was time that she headed back home anyway. She could find Kaizer in Auster somewhere.