Sea Lion Shores seven seas, a thousand leagues

Wolves arrived quickly - first a she-wolf coated in a snowy pelage of white, marked with eyes of a ruby red and contrasting against her wintry fur like blood to stain a dove's pure feathers. Faeryn bowed her head, friendly smile causing the upward curve of her lips as she peered toward the woman. Quite to her surprise, there was no display of dominance. The wolfess held her tail low, posture relaxed and words warm and inviting - clearly, this was no alpha. But that mattered little, at least the company she and the Aralez had gained was not immediately aggressive.

The gem was preparing to answer when another wolf emerged onto the scene, demeanor a shocking shift from the pale one who had been first to approach. Quick words spoken from a clearly authoritive figure, one who could easily be distinguished as a leader (and this is what Faeryn first assumed her to be, and if not that, at least a high ranking wolf). Before she could answer the inquiries, Seelie decided to take the lead and the Ahklut peered toward her with a comforting nod - she was doing well, and Faeryn knew she was not the greatest of speakers.

After the explanation, she did however opt to elaborate. "As she mentioned, we are from Undersea - just across the water. My name is Faeryn Renoda, the Ahklut."  Eyeing the the deer's haunch at her feet, she continued to speak. "We have no ill intentions, we only thought to bring gifts of greeting." She did, however, expect further questioning and was more than prepared to answer.