Malice walked across the borders, her face hurting because of what had been done to her. A large bleeding scar ran across the right side of her face, going over her eye that was a piercing yellow. It was not the pain of the actual wound that was hurting her, more the emotional impact it had on her. Judas had been her only insane friend, the only one who knew her secret. Maybe it had been just a small accident, but the impact would be forever, she knew. She felt the wound was deep enough to form a scar once it had healed, which it was. She washed it daily with clean water from the abandoned Healer's Den and even rubbed some weird plants on it that seemed safe enough.

Just as she was making her rounds, both the smell of fresh blood (Not from her wound) and the howl of a stranger hit her in the face. It was not unusual for loners to show up at their borders once in a while, but the smell of blood made her a bit uneasy. Despite that, she started trotting towards the sound, as she was nearby anyway. 

Upon arriving, she saw a white male, around her age, his golden-like orbs clearly visible due to his lack of coat color. He was maybe just a bit bigger than the queen, though she would like to believe they were of the same build. His muzzle was covered in the red liquid from a poor young deer that had probably just been born as it was spring. The brute seemed like a warrior, stronger than most of the loners Malice had seen around their borders lately. She slowly stepped closer, tail raised and her own yellow eyes inspecting the male with a crooked grin.

Hello there. She greeted, a wicked yet gentle tone of voice. Her scarred face now stared at his own face that was cleaner than freshly fallen snow. I am Malice, Malice Lanius, alpha of Moonlit Hills. She presented herself calmly, keeping her insanity inside for once. Please, state your name and business at our borders. While she already knew what he probably wanted, the question had left her lips before she could stop herself. She gave a quick glance to the dead deer, her face asking: And what do you plan on doing with that?

Despite the brute's size, he showed since of wanting to submit. In a way, he reminded her of Cogitemus, a creature she now despised even more than her father yet loved at the same time. The submissive stance and his eyes not making contact with hers made her muscles relaxed, her stance turning more neutral. She didn't want her new members, or any member for that matter, to act like she was a higher being. They were a family, therefore she wanted to earn respect and loyalty.

Even the way the white male talked reminded her of Cog, as he did not master the English language. She could hear though that it was not the accent Cog had spoken with, so she couldn't use any of the words she had learned from him. Once again, she had useless knowledge of random things. He gave his name, this time a name with a surname. They didn't have many members with a surname, or they just weren't comfortable with telling her it. 

His reason for being here was expected, and she could already see he was indeed a good hunter. Any other who would've just said that they were good at hunting would've been questioned, yet it was not necessary in this case. Catching a small deer wasn't nothing for a loner and she was quite impressed. That the male was good at scouting came as a surprise. It wouldn't work though for him to be a spy, but hey, who was she to crush the boy's dreams. If he wanted to be what he wanted to be, she wouldn't stop him. She was kind of done with males of her age as a whole, as one had left her and one had given her a nasty scar.

Hello, Orgin Sicar... Sicarariuuus. She tried, yet failed to say it with the same accent as the snowy male. My pack has spots free, and I can see you are truly an excellent hunter. She said, trying to keep her sentences as simple as possible to make it understandable. We already have some scouts, yet you are free to pick whatever trade you want. We are family here, we fight alongside each other. As long as you can pull your weight, you are welcome inside my borders. She tried as hard as she could to keep it simple, but she had been royalty for... well, ever.

  

A sign Malice's former pack used to show respect was given, something that was appreciated. He seemed like he had manners, a good thing to have. His words were short but understandable. Perhaps he could learn better English here. It definitely had worked for Cog.

you're welcome, White Hunter. She didn't even try to pronounce his name again, already knowing she would say it wrong. He asked if she wanted the deer, and Malice couldn't really refuse such a generous offer. She wasn't going to keep it for herself, of course. She wasn't raised that way. It would be placed near the dens so all of them could get something. She nodded at him. That's very generous of you. She said in a thankful tone.

She assumed he wanted to carry it by himself, but if not, she would help as soon as he showed signs of struggle. Follow me. She spoke, her head nudging behind her to the dark forest. The dens weren't all that far, and that's where she would leave him to explore.