Golden Glade Born of fire, bound to nothing

Mictec rose from her seated position so that she can match the voice to the one it belonged too. She gave the other woman a look over as she appeared to be of similar stature to her. These lands truly have strange wolves she thought to herself only to then admit that she was now one of them. She took note of her spanish cadence, another who carried a tongue from the homeland which she had to admit spark her curiosity.

She relaxed her muscles and allowed for herself to shake off some of the snow that begun to cling to her obsidian pelt, like stars on a moonless night. At the others statement, Mictec allowed her usual perplexing vacant expression falter by allowing a small half smile, intrigued by the possibility of the challenge put forward.

"If my attention wasn't elsewhere, perhaps you may be surprised by what I can hear."

Mictec's nose twitched slightly, taking in the other's scent to see if her pelt carried more, an indication of another pack. If Mictec were to embark on this new expedition it would not be a good idea to set up a camp so close to another pack. Luckily, she detected none leaving her to assume that she was alone.

"I take it you are not from here as well."