Whitefish River And I see fire, blood in the breeze,

There it was again; that annoyingly honey-sweet tone used to refer to the lemon-bitter taste of a fallen refuge. She wanted it to stop, but Izu knew she'd just have to bare with it considering there were more important matters to attend to right now. So, she sucked it up, strode beside Orlaith to make herself seen, and straightened her posture. In the crane's chest swirled a number of emotions about what could happen upon joining an entirely new pack since it took a while to adjust to Seelie Court alone, but her options were thread-thin right about now. A change in scenery was the best possible choice.

After the Constable gave his introduction and Orlaith introduced her name to him, the crane would politely bow her head to them before giving her own introduction. "Izumi Fujiwara. As Commader Orlaith said, I was former member of court before it disband." she said with a hint of softness out of respect for her former home. Upon lifting her head back up, she couldn't help but get distracted by Heiro's unique-looking coat. It was like nothing she'd ever seen before, and had the she-wolf wondering what genetics might've acquired such a pelt. The realization that she was staring though made her shake her head before speaking again. "I wanted to know if you would have room for another among ranks?"