Shadewood overcast

Ivory crown tilted in his direction, the snow queen nodded, pressing the information to her skull before seeking to answer him: "Welcome to Shadewood, Laroche." A curious name, one she might have to enquire about in moons to come - now, though, he posed a question of his own, and she was not one to ignore. "We are built of all sorts of wolves, with varying interests..." then, as an addition to learn more about this agouti man, "...what are your own?"

A streak of sunlight gasped from the clouds to illuminate her features, the empress with the dark behind her gaze; locked away where none could see the crumbling pain she'd chained to the shadows of her head - in appearance, she appeared nothing but friendly, warm and welcome. That was all she ever desired for any to see.