The newcomer would patrol with stealth, clinging to clusters of shuddering pines before loping to the next group only to saunter silently once again. It was more practise than anything, a loose attempt at keeping the demoness? skills comparable. She was one of the smallest wolves in Glaciem, it gave her an advantage, and come the time for required stealth it would undoubtedly be the diminutive that would be sent weaving shadows, stalking prospects. Though her isolation would draw to an uncouth end, the vague scent of a glaciem male tickling the receptors of her intellect. She felt it only necessary to survey the prospective company before guiding marked bodice to their unknown presence. And so she would continue to loiter, hovering the edges of a superior group of pines, gazing ambitiously across the snow-dusted grasslands. A blue male, large, vigorous? related? Isardis had loosely informed the vix of her blue family, the duo that resided among the highest ranks of Glaciem. Was this her brother? Naturally, she would seek his company, though not the overly social kind, Satis thought it wise to get to know her trust cohorts. Had Isardis told this boy of her arrival? The dainty shewolf would pause a safe distance away, respectful, skull lightly dipping to the regal man, ?Afternoon, we haven?t yet had the chance to exchange character; I am Satis, daughter of Isardis.?

He knew he wasn't the only child born from Isardis' bloodline and he was pretty okay with that fact. His father wasn't really the type of man to settle down with just one woman. He liked to play the field, explore his options, and that exploring usually led to the making of more offspring, which in the end he supposed was his father's goal after all. And his newest half siblings from the Duchess Argent were the perfect example of that. He hadn't gone to the birthing because he wasn't sure he could handle seeing the physical representation of his father and Argent's union. He had no claim over the silver, ruby eyed woman, but he had been stupid enough to let himself develop feelings for her and now this was the result. He wasn't sure if she had been aware that he had felt anything for her, but it didn't really matter now. It was more than obvious that she was never going to go for him and he needed to start accepting that fact. He had found a distinctive scent along the Glaciem lands only a few days ago and he had been curious. He knew there were most likely half siblings of his wandering all across the world, but he had not been informed that they would be coming here to Glaciem. For once, he hadn't gone out to seek this alleged sibling, but instead, allowing them to come to him. Or her, from the sound of her voice. The titan would turn towards the sound of the voice, icy gaze coming across a striking young woman with very interesting markings as she bowed respectfully to him, introducing herself as Satis, his father's daughter. So another Armada. She was quite the beauty. Pleasure to make your acquaintance sister, I am Taurig, son of Isardis as well. He would return her respectful bow, suddenly curious as to where Satis hailed from. Talk like this

Their sizes were comparable, and in actuality exchanged no similarities whatsoever. Any unfamiliar to the family would instantly presume them not even distantly related, the youth?s tiny size and peculiar markings in comparison to her apparent brother enough to seemingly cause such loose assumptions. Alas, her litter sister failed to hold any resemblances also, at a whopping thirty nine inches and the purest of coral albinos. The man would idle, turning casually to gaze upon his discovered sibling with apparent interest, no doubt somewhat surprised to share blood with such an oddity. Scabbing wounds still marred her shoulders and back, tell-tale signs of intensive practise as the recently arrived daughter put her all into impressing. She had come out on top of both of her spars, but she had plenty of room for improvement. He would confirm her assumptions with a tone of welcome, his character seeming to boast of one of respect. She were at equal rank with him, but it seemed Isardis had made it a point to express her brothers place above her, he had after all been around for far longer than she. So she would lower her elbows ever so slightly, a brittle attempt at submission as she would gaze willingly upon his colossal form. ?Were you born to the lands, sibling? I have wandered from the east in search of my father?s kingdom, my time here has been minimal,? feminine tones would trail lightly, unsure as to whether or not he would show any interest in her past. It wasn?t one she rather enjoyed telling of, but she thought it only polite to explain herself to him.

She was a tiny little thing, significantly smaller than himself and their father, with the most interesting markings he had ever seen in his life. It made the titan curious as to who her mother had been, but he wasn't about to start prying, even if she was half related to him. Were you born to the lands, sibling? I have wandered from the east in search of my father?s kingdom, my time here has been minimal. He had hoped that she would've come from the same region as him, but it seemed she originated from the east whereas he originated from the far north. Perhaps her place of origin explained her remarkable markings. Either way, he was rather interested to meet another Armada offspring that was his age. I was not sister. I have come from very far regions in the north to join our father here in his new pack. How have you been fairing? I'm sure the weather from where you come from isn't nearly as cold as it is here. Haunches would fold beneath the man, lowering him into a sitting position, though not making him any less taller than his half sister Satis, icy gaze meeting her own amber one. Talk like this