Swiftcurrent Creek gratitude's got a short half-life, clarice

Sos and Atka had distanced themselves from her since the moment they had encouraged her steps upon the land she now claimed as her own. It was unnerving, and while the early morning dawn had swept light upon her honeyed form as she hunched over a pool of water that had tricked to stillness from the branches of the creek, she had seen nothing within its depths. Hours she would stare, her aqua eyes unmoving as she emptied her mind, words slipping past her lips of her devotion and the need for answers; why was she here now?

Pulling back, the Alpha cursed the winter as her eyes roved the terrain about her -- the herbs she so desired to collect slept beneath the blanket of snow, and given her travels, she had left her old findings behind.

She could not dwell on this matter for long, and with a sneer of her tainted black lips, the woman was only pulled from her frustrated thoughts by the summoning of two voices -- one so achingly familiar that she had heard it even many times in her sleep. Lecter.

She lifted herself then -- shaking her pelt from her disappointment, and without hesitance she loped to the borders she now called her own. It would take her the better of an hour, and as she came upon the two, her gaze was met with ivory tinged with crimson -- lethal and vibrant. She held herself proudly as she prowled closer to the pair, her eyes flashing with somethi9ng privy to amusement and weariness. "What brings the Shaman to my doorstep?" Her tone was lilting in turn, her eyes flickering to study the she-wolf that rested beside him -- the same silken pelt, bathed in blood of numerous creatures. She had lost track of Lecter and what his life had contained, but the similarities between the two were undeniable: he had sired at least one child