Bearclaw Valley ME!ME!ME!

humming a tune under her breath, Hestia stared from her vantage point beside the rushing water with the gaze of a wolf whose mind saw far beyond the cloud banks rolling on the furthest shore. her mind was so easily tempted into this folly, caught up in secrets and tangled webs of thoughts in which no fae should spend any significant time. but here was a distraction, as the strong marbled form of the alpha male of the pack came into view, eyes roaming the hills and area around him as if looking for prey to ensnare in a trap. it was a curious look to see and she drew to her feet, though her head was down turned and her tail stiffly down as she passed down from her vantage point to greet him.

"greetings, oh king of the valley." she spoke with great humour in her words but not an ounce less of respect than he deserved from her. "I am Hestia, a newcomer among you. What can I do for you, since you seem to be so eagerly searching for a partner in crime?"