Arrow Lake brot und wasser

The time had come and passed when she had been doused in an enticing scent. It still lingered but was faint, showing she had cycled out for the remainder of the year. It was this alone that brought her out of hiding, avoiding others because she feared what would happen if a male lost control and she had to fight them off. She had yet to meet many members, to prove herself worthy of Diaspora and of Stigmata and it unsettled her. She had not been given her task, she had not been allowed to become more than a simple Geist. Lucky for her she caught wind of the second leader and began to trail after him, expression determined. 

When she spotted the male along the borders, marking his scent she paused and called out to him a greeting "Mahler yes? I am Kazimir" she left this hanging in the air, not wanting to say more until she got a feel for the type of man her other leader was.