The black she-wolf had been nearby upon the acceptance of the similarly colored male. She had watched him screw up a number of times, and had watched him soft of redeem himself in the presence of the Alphess, Harlyn. Having never officially met the female, it was nice knowing that she was a little softer than Mordecai. She assumed a strong and courageous leader nonetheless, but it was reassuring to know that the sharp edge the pack leaders had was backed up by understanding and kindness. 

Ilya had remained downwind, so her scent didn't travel to the wolf, one she had heard called Numa. He wasn't much, by the looks of it, but he was larger than her due to her breed and background. She let out a breath of amusement when he spoke, but it was too far to be heard. She assumed he was speaking of the smells, and could relate somewhat. Her first week or two in the Hollow was awful, the scents were too overwhelming. By now, however, she'd adapted the scent and become part of it. She was part of the pack. 

The charcoal female slunk up towards the male from behind, standing up straight once close enough and speaking loud enough only to startle him, her intention wasn't to be intimidating or mean. 

"Hiya!" She exclaimed in his ear, and then padding in front of him upon seeing his reaction, tail wagging with childish amusement. "I am Ilya," she dipped her head in greeting, but kept her posture tall. She was still smaller than the wolf, but of higher rank and of longer staying in the pack and she felt herself a tad bit more important. Not by much, of course, she held no real position of importance, only of higher rank. She sat in front of Numa and smiled.

Ilya chuckled a little, amused with the situation and quite pleased with the outcome. She felt almost a little bad for the timid wolf, so she didn't do anything else too chaotic. She wagged her tail, dipping her head to him when he responded with her name. Truthfully, she had already known it from watching his induction into the pack, but she didn't say anything.

She wouldn't lie, a male so timid was a bit strange to accept into a pack. She had watched his acceptance and felt a bit odd about the situation; but Ilya had begun to feel plenty of faith in him. He already spoke better than he did to the alphas. Maybe he just needed a confidence boost. 

"You have a wonderful coat," she said, almost out of nowhere. In response she nosed her shoulder, showing off her own glossy coat. "We actually look very similar," she commented, noting her own thoughts on the situation earlier. "I bet we would make a good team," she winked, wagging her tail. She paused, standing up, "How well do you spar?" the blue-eyed fae asked, lowering herself into a friendly play bow. "Nothing too terrible, I promise," she assured him, "You have the size advantage anyway."

Ilya grinned, tail wagging. She was thrilled to see this side of the male, it was a much more likable persona than the one he flashed when meeting the alphas. She only wished they would have stayed to see this. They would probably feel much more comfortable having him in the pack seeing that he warmed up so quickly. 

"Atta boy!" she exclaimed, and without another word or movement she leapt at the black male, giving him a tough ram to the shoulder. The move didn't knock him over, she was too small to do that, but she did cause him to stumble back a few steps. She spun around quickly on the other side of him, smirking with a mischievous excitement. 

"Gotta be prepared," she taunted, all in good manner. The black fae braced herself for his next attack, watching him carefully.

Ilya, having just trotted back to her position across from his, had not anticipated the shy wolves move, and was caught off guard for him to attack so quickly after responding. The black females tail wagged on the ground beneath him, and she growled playfully. When he hopped off, she stood and shook the dust and frost from her fur, eyeing him carefully.

She began to circle him slowly, her bright gaze locked on his own blue eyes. If he leapt at her she would easily be able to move as she was so focused, so she wasn't worried about him attacking her. She suddenly darted beside him, rather than at him. When she had come side by side the male she let her feet push her off diagonally, letting her 180 and smash into his shoulder, perhaps making him topple a bit. She'd been practicing the move against large trees, however with a real life wolf it was easier as she didn't have to worry about breaking her shoulder in the process; real wolves were a bit squishier than tree trucks.

"The others?" She questioned, head tilting. "You mean the rest of the pack? They are everywhere. You must search for them," the black fae's eyes glinted with mischief, but she meant no harm by it. "You will surely cross paths with them often. Our ranks are growing rather quickly, since I've joined. Our meetings are often and you'll hunt with many other wolves. All you need to do is be active in pack activities and your own duties," she informed him, winking. "You will find them."