Something was brewing. She knew not yet what, or when it would show its colors, but something was coming. She knew herself that their woods weren't particularly populair in a positive way in their neighborhood. Especially the Redhawk pack, whom she had visited a few months prior, had not seemed very pleasantly surprised with her gift nor her kindness. If anything, they probably thought she was trying to poison them. Although that had been quite the possibility, in that moment she had found some sort of alliance to them rather useful. If she were to bring another "gift" of hers to their borders, one could swear it was poisoned after how they had treated her.

But she was not out for her revenge, merely a small trip away from all the dark, everlasting madness of the woods. Though her alliance lay with her family and their woods, she knew naught how strong that bond was. She also didn't see a greater good in their religion - not in any religion, if she was being honest. So if a war would come, she would join whatever side that was more desirable for someone who wanted to stay alive and win.

Her slightly bigger and fatter (compared to her skeletal appearance after her near starvation) form slid out of the shadows into the meadow with ease and confidence. The sky was clouded, much like her mood, and the winter winds sent a slight chill down her silver-streaked spine. But, anything was better than staying home.

Lost in thought, she had not been aware of the female watching her leave the woods like some stalker. Hell, she found herself to be so unapproachable that one would just look away upon seeing her strange eyes and raised hackles. But there she was, lying in the snow as some kind crazy person. Koume halted, looked behind her to the woods and mumbled a soft; Shit... She didn't want to be associated with those crazy asshats, and now she had probably verified that she came from the place where they worshipped some crazy chaos bringer and kept rotting bodies on the borders. So much for a good first impression.

She sighed as she looked to the female again, making her way to her ever so slowly to see what she wanted to do. Whether it was to scare her or start a conversation was still being debated within her calculating mind.

She crept closer, stalking like a lioness would her prey, until she was close enough to smell her. Her scent did not remind her of the Teekon much, nor of any pack she had ever traveled to herself. Good, that meant that whatever was brewing wasn't on her mind. Hopefully - most probably. She cleared her throat and directed her mismatched gaze upon the stranger's own with a disregard for proper introductions or anything fancy like that.

You're not from around here. She concluded, wrinkling her forehead with the furrowing of her brows. What are you doing here?

Though Koume had regained her appetite, it was not wolf flesh she desired. No, her favorite was huge carcasses with some good leftovers to chew upon. Though rare, she treasured it whenever she did come across one or their wolves caught something of their own. She grinned a toothy, unmeant grin - one only Hades himself could match. She cared little for where the female came from, even less that they were gone now and simply accepted this one wasn't much use for anything. Perhaps she had to reconsider eating her.

Her features fell into a serious frown, looking back at her supposed home with disdain. Only for business. She replied with a shrug.

She kept quiet then, even when there had passed enough time for her to have rethought telling her of Redhawk Caldera or the pack in the mountains three times or so. Sure, the question made sense for a loner looking for a home, but telling her could also result in a harsh punishment from that piece of shit God. Sharing information with strangers was against her nature she then decided, and she puffed shortly like a little tsundere girl.

Why don't you go search for your Duskvale? She mocked with a frown.