Golden Glade King of Kings

She understood the golden womans meaning, but carried with a pleasant smile that warped to a more narrowed one, "we do not hunt the Apostles. They belong to no one." Though she stayed polite despite the undermeaning this stranger was giving. Information however, that there was a pack nearby the area. Perhaps it would've been a more friendlier term to find a more precise location, though sadly her cousin appeared.

Inwardly she sighed at him; not understanding the issue of getting along to acquire what is needed. However the Déorwine remained with her facade of perfection, a humble lady of noble origin. Though her then cousin spited the stranger for her coat, "we are followers of the High Elk and following where he has blessed," calmed but rush, she was trying to explain Calhouns rather.. Rude entrance.