The Queen took a couple of measured steps towards the male, her neck craining in a bird-like manner with the sole purpose of inhaling and commiting to memory his salty odour, particular of the sea. The silence that weighed upon them caused no discomfort for the pale female, this was her first meet up with one of her equals; and an event which was both exciting and nerve-werecking for the inexpirienced Alpha.
Though she kept her nervousness underneath a mask of indifference, she was hoping not to blow this chance to lift the Spine's name higher. Even if the purpose of his visit had not been yet revealed, Cara hoped that the message carried by the Viking was not one of war. With the way things were going the last thing the Spine needed were foreign attacks -- the inner conflicts had already weakened the former Empire enough.
Cara dipped her head gracefully as the man confirmed her suspicions about him also being an Alpha. Though it was hard to decipher where his accent came from or where this Bay was located, his calm and collected speech kept the girl on the edge of her seat. It were his eyes which betrayed the nature of his visit, despite the calm demeanour with which he presented himself, it was obvious that what lied beneath his icy pupils were not good news.
Slowly, like a viper that wrapped itself around its victim, he dropped the news on the girl. One of her own had been causing trouble -- bad enough to make the Alpha himself seek a solution along her borders. The muscles on her back tensed inmidiately, as her mind swirled around the possible trouble-maker he might be speaking of.
As embarrassing as the situation was, Cara knew it must be tackled from the root. Not only would this incident harm the Spine's reputation, but also her own. What kind of leader would she be seen as if she couldn't control her subordinates?
"Ragnar Lodbrok," she echoed with a pleasant half-smile, "I'm Cara Moretti, Queen of the Ouroboros Spine, do tell, who is the wolf that you're looking for? " she barked, in her most buisness-like voice.
Now she was calm.
But once Ragnar spilled the name of the bastard who had gone profaning the name of the Spine, her face patience would be long gone.
