Nova Peak where you hang your enemy's head

A leader comes to greet her swiftly, all towering stone and cold lilac gems. Her mismatched gaze sweeps over him briefly, lowering respectfully as she dips her head in greeting. Immediately this man strikes her as the sort of leader she might follow — a wolf who will demand only what she is already happy to give, and ignore the subtle oddities. But she doesn't count too much on first impressions. I am Morgana; healer, poison-master, keeper of history. My family grew past the limits of our home, so I have dispersed in search of a new one for myself, Only half a lie. She continues without pause. Yet the packs I have encountered thus far are full of weak wolves, those who band together out of desperation. I seek a strong leader to pledge my skills to — and if you were to describe yourself as such, I would believe you. The hint of a smile touches her features. She's certain she doesn't need to point out Mahler's formidable aura to him; he has the look of a man who knows as much, and uses it to his advantage wherever he can.