"Huā, Aiolos. A pleasure to meet you both. You can call me Lunaria. And yes, I guess you can say I'm quite alien to these lands..." Luna said with a sheepish yet giddy grin on her face, tassel faintly waving behind her as she straightened her posture and closed the distance between them a bit. The fae also took notice of the returned gestures and for a moment, the welcoming atmosphere of the wolven pair didn't make Luna feel like that much of an outsider anymore. Although, it did take Lunaria a while to process the she-wolf's other words before the gears finally switched in her head.

'Empress' Huā said; the pretty femora standing before her was an empress. Beside them? Aiolos, a he-wolf with the title of her head scout. Not only was she talking to pack wolves, but the dark dame was in the presence of a female prized as their leader. Once again, Lunaria felt a little out of place and idiotic considering the realization that she'd just wandered willy-nilly into someone else's homeland without a care in the world — 'foolish girl, have you no manners?'

A few seconds of blank, akaward silence and self-ridicule were soon followed by Lunaria finally speaking up "O-oh!" The falter in Luna's words were embarrassingly noticeable as her audits flickered forward. "My apologies, I wasn't aware that I was treading on your territory, let alone the fact that I was addressing an empress..." She put emphasis on that last word. Lunaria had memories of hearing about this foreign title whenever her tribal leaders had come back from travel. The name she had referred to her leaders as was "chief", but the concept of foreign titles being brought up again reminded Lunaria once more that she was far from home...

While Lunaria didn't know exactly what she was expecting to happen, one thing she was anticipating were Huā and Aiolos asking her to leave. So when the opposite happened, the fae simply blinked in surprise. 'Doesn't make a big difference' she says. Maybe its because Luna had her run-ins with snobby individuals in the past that felt entitled to respect simply because of rank, but Huā seemed humble despite that; Humble, kind, and awfully beautiful might she add. The empress was one that another would either aspire to be or dream to be with. Of course, Lunaria wouldn't dare start daydreaming such frivilous ideas about a woman who was clearly out of her league, the thought still made her giggle to herself with an unbeknownst flusteration — as if she was some kind of giddy yearling.

Lunaria then turned her attention toward Aiolos, who'd informed the she-wolf that him and Huā were simply scouting the area. Although, the mention of 'ocean' was met with a look of confusion from the dark damesel. "Oc....ean? Is that what you'd call this strip of land? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with it..." she said with her cranium tilted to the side in puzzlement. The sire seemed to know well what it was since he lived here, so Luna assumed she'd just been living under a rock her whole life not — or, in this case, living in the mountains her whole life.

"I'm afraid I haven't, actually..." she answered the bi-colored female's question, noting their suprised expression at Lunaria's lack of knowledge and flattening her ears with another sheepish grin. Luna also listened intently to the explanation Aiolos provided her about the peculiar ecosystem they were currently in. "Ocean", "Sand, "Beach"; these are all things Luna had neither seen nor heard of back home. The femora had been living up in her secluded birth pack for so long, the sight of ocean waves and sand made her heart jump with child-like wonder. When the question of where she'd come from arose, her attention went to Aiolos — right, suppose Luna hadn't exactly brought up her heritage yet, had she?

"I've been traveling quite long from home I guess. I am from a tribe called Eagle Peak, we are from the mountains far away and I was once huntress there. See?" Lunaria placed a paw below her neck to draw attention towards the X-marked scar on her chest that identified her tribe's hunters. She didn't know if either Huā or Aiolos recognized the scar or had similar traditions with their own hunters, though it wouldn't hurt to try, right?

"Well, it did if I remember correctly. Those claw marks certainly weren't fun to recive I guess." Lunaria couldn't help but offer a grin of amusement at the silly question while tracing the scars along her chest. A few not-so-pleasent memories were bought up however, ecspecially being sent to the tribe's healer numerous times for an infection — which was partly Lunaria's fault for not following directions and licking the chest mark clean after receiving it. But too much pride would go into actually admitting that.

Luna had already given them their answer, but Huā's question seemed to spark something in the she-wolf that caused her to ramble on about more than what she'd been asked. "Although, us hunters aren't the only ones who received marks like these. Our Warriors, the brawn and muscle of our tribe, had slashes across their sides. Kinda like my brother..." The mention of her brother, Solarus, came into play and with a strange twist of events (and momentary dissacosiation with reality), Luna found herself continuing on about her tribe, even motioning a paw in the air to describe what the scars looked like. "The pain you'd feel from receiving them was a way to....bind us all together as the working class; the wolves that both protected and fed our tribe. And even if we were to leave our home or get lost, these marks were the reminder that our hearts will forever be drawn to the mountains in which we came from...." And there it was: The undeniable leaking sense of pride that would always be found in the dame's voice while speaking about her clan & family. A paw was softly placed back towards her scarred chest and a smile of undeniable warmth spread across her maw — like holding something precious close to heart.

When Lunaria had finally decided to stop talking, she looked up and cleared her throat with a blanken expression to mask what had just happened. Too much talking. Time to switch gears. Her eyes darted around to fumble for the words that would change the subject quickly.  "I-I'm judging by the question though, we don't particularly share the same...traditions?" The question was hesitant yet genuine. Lunaria didn't really know anything much about packs outside of her own and was just as curious to know more about the sandy beaches Huā and Aiolos called home...