Phex watched as a form turned and met her position. The girl watched as the large ears took shape, the other seemed just as short as her, earing her a welcoming grin. Phex couldn't help but admire the beauty of the dark woman, the way she moved, the way she held herself.
Phex took the inclined muzzle as a notion to state her purpose.
"Hey! I'm Phex and I come from Shadewood Keep to the west. I'm the Ambassador and I thought it useful to meet every pack here." Cue the charming, charismatic smile that would later melt hearts -- if it didn't do so already -- "I was hoping to make connections with the coastal packs first, if only to make a start in a territory I love," well rehearsed and polished by now, she'd stated her name, place and her intentions. She paused, allowing the other to process and speak, and answered any immediate questions before asking her own, providing they weren't already answered.
I'd like to keep going for a trade thread if it's not too much trouble!
Phex tilted her head slightly. She'd never really met a wolf who seemed fully grown and a similar size to herself. She often had to look up at everyone. Especially Laroche and Cry. They were on stilts compared to her.
She grinned, joyful she'd been met well. "Likewise," she offered in response. She meant it, assured that if this pack ever needed help, Sahdewood Keep would offer assistance. Her ears cupped, listening intently to the woman and the string of names and what seemed to be titles attached to them. They seemed very important. "Coelacanth is a unique name," indeed, she'd never heard one of the like, "Does it hail from the common tongue? What does it mean? Of course, if you don't mind me asking." Phex smiled softer, almost sheepishly at her curiosity. The woman didn't speak very loud, she seemed delicate.
It was a wonder she lived in such a place Phex knew could be harsh. Perhaps she was a siren, she'd heard of them. Except without the death part.
Yet wasn't that what deception was for?