Dragoncrest Cliffs leviathan

A woman of crimson scarring appeared, ushering in the leader's presence. The spook glanced at the man, giving a curt nod before her attention was for the alpha. "Poltergeist de la Rosa" she utters, her features void of emotion in having to repeat herself. The woman radiated a red aura, similiar to that bloodied man. Confidence, of course, for this was her land.

Her head slipped slightly, pale eyes on the ground. She rarely liked to look at those with positions of power in the face. No particular reason. No fear they would see through her. If they thought she was submitting to them, they were wrong. It was not respect that made her do it. It was sneakiness. Yet to note, she did not mean this pack harm.

She meant what she said. Until any turned on her, the spook would be a quiet little burden. "I had come to join, should you judge me worthy" she speaks "yet I will not force the issue. I can and will leave without a fuss." Perhaps being alone suited her if rejected... yet she was not quite sure of that right now. Poltergeist was not a child - she did not have to be escorted or run out.

"Rumors led me here, of a pack that had long stayed by the coast... I have an interest in history, of the chronicles of communities and the people in them. And I much prefer a longstanding community, over a kingdom that can easily be toppled."