Hideaway Strath chandeliers and caviar, the war can’t touch us here

they are not long in coming, the residents of this place. her gaze first finds the woman, finding her oddly familiar, narrowing her gaze a fraction as she tries to recall how this is. she is quick to realise that it is herself the woman is similar too, and there is a twinge of surprise in her gaze before it becomes neutral once more. slate optics fall next on the male, arriving moments after. her stance is submissive, obviously so, she would not approach another's lands filled with pride and defiance unless she wanted to start a fight. her head dips, gaze watching them both.

the woman speaks, and her answer is not long in coming. "I am Aglæca - I seek a pack"  her words are steady, yet beneath the surface, she is uneasy, unsure of how to go about this. "Do you have room in your ranks for another, perhaps?" was she too blunt? too quick, missing some important formality that must be observed? these doubts she was quick to crush, for dwelling on them would hardly do any good.