[j] conquistador

*dumps in casually because why not*

The whisper of voices had drawn her in, though in all reality they were far from whispers. From a distance, Echelon could pick up on the distinct differences. One of the gruff Nanuk and one unfamiliar as they came. She had been dawdling about the borders with feigned interest, not entirely maintaining them but keeping a watchful eye out all the same. The warmth of the day was far from crisp, but something about it was less than it had been. Perhaps it was less humid, she couldn't have said. By now, all the days bled together in some fashionable form that was just as indescribable to her as it would have been to anyone who heralded from the north.

Which from the conversation she was picking up as she drew in closer, was perhaps the case here. She knew the northern tongue well, knew how it's dialects branched off and evolved through the generations. Which for wolves, was not a long time at all on the grand scale of things. They were all but grains of sand on the cosmic line, and that was all they would ever be. But Echelon was hardly as in depth about this as her inner thoughts may have been, and frankly all those thoughts were good for was to pass the time.

She narrowed in her approach, drawing the figures into light though the shadows of the woodland canopy speckled them midst haze and heat. She drew in damp scents, too damp to discern from anything that could have screamed this is ours. And yet, someone else had come calling. Someone else that claimed to have the blood of Tartok running through their veins. For a change of pace, perhaps a slight even to the hot-blooded grumbling of her pale counterpart, she beckoned to him in their native tongue and forewent any sense of rank and protocol.

"You doubt us," she murmured, raising her own muzzle to draw in the dampness and old signs of travel. "Why do you think we would even take one of our own in so easily?" While she did not doubt the validity of his claims yet, her scrutiny was open and wild. They had their reasons to be guarded and harsh, as they were a hardy few within the breadth of their reign thus far.