blix is quick enough to respond to verx's call, her attention elsewhere as she arrives. as her eyes fall on the pair, she, too, falls for the same trick at verx had moments prior. she doesn't know aure particularly well but she recognizes the pretty white woman, and looks at the pair curiously, unsure why they're looking for an audience with her on the border. 

well, until they start speaking; she doesn't know aure very well but she suspects that is not aure's voice. what a weird coincidence, she thinks, forgetting about the concept of siblings for a moment. blix doesn't say that out loud, instead clearing her throat and calling out cheerfully, "you called?" as she comes to stand beside the large cheka.

oh -- brother, yes, that makes more sense. she nods at verx, curious about this 'nasty situation' as vonn begins to speak, pulling her attention onto him. some of the words he says are unfamiliar, though they remind him a little bit of french (what limited amount she was exposed to during étoille's tenure here). 

she's not particularly bothered by the request, although her nose crinkles a little at his having vowed to another claim already (i mean, she gets it, but still, kind of a weird thing to announce -- thanks for the hospitality but i deffo will be bouncing). his slightly insidious final statement more or less goes over her head as she says, "you're welcome to stay until aure returns, so long as you contribute as you say you will." nomi will agree, she's sure. but, "where about is this claim you mentioned?" she presses, wary that they're about to have more neighbors -- something she is not too keen on.

a chatty one, this vonn (like his sister, she would come to learn). it doesn't bother her -- at least he answers her question, and she carefully memorizies the vartija, wintersbane, and permafrost hollows. given blixen is tits at geography, the name means very little to her, but it will likely be useful for their more scout-inclined. hopefully it is not too close, though admittedly, they could do with some positive diplomatic action. 

"thanks," she says, flicking an ear back, "i'll keep that in--" mind, though the last word is swallowed by vonn's sudden switch in topic. rakk? blixen shoots a confused look at verx. she's never heard the name before nor does she particularly know who's being hunted by what. that said -- if someone is hunting one of her kru, potentially putting them all in danger, she definitely wants to know about it. hopefully verx has some answers.

Vonn was rifling through his recent, wintry memories, and drudged up whatever he remembered the sotherra had informed him: "Rakk is a very... how do you say? A very dedicated male." A frosty quip in his scarred snout noted otherwise; not the sort of dedication that any moral wolf would appreciate. "On my way here, I'd heard tell of a 'spider' practically crawling its way up the coast. All I've come to know of his appearance," he continued with a dry edge, "is that he has, ahem, gnawed his own leg off. By injury, infection, both, or neither; it does lead one to expect what else he hunts for. Females, or flesh?"

Thick lashes fell heavy on ivory cheekbones as Vonn grew quiet, then -- unusual for one so amiable. But whatever gloam had nighted the starlit gaze soon vanished, and remembering he had company, returned to the present with a beguiling quirk of his lips. His eyes did flicker to Verx for a moment -- bro-in-law? -- and in that moment, he wondered whether or not Aure had told him of their... lively childhood.

But he turned his attention to Blixen, now, trying at a jest once more, "Then again, he could have simply choked to death in a ditch somewhere, for all we know. I've never seen him with my own eyes, though, and he might as well live... Maker knows how."

verx apparently has no idea either, and the guy's answer is less than helpful. well -- no, that's not fair, 'wolf missing a leg' is pretty easy to keep an eye out for. "right," she murmurs, shrugging uneasily. she doesn't like the idea of some crazed, maybe-dead maybe-not madman wandering their coast. 

well, unless he finds his way to rusalka...

but that's beside the point. "well, thanks for the information," she says, and rises, stretching. "if you need anything else, feel free to call for me." with a final nod at verx and the aure-lookalike, the fleimkepa turns and takes her leave, presumably to go warn furi against one-legged wolves lurking on the coast.