Arrow Lake In her face, the mirror of your dreams.

stigmata watched the newcomer's features closely as she responded - his expression openly intent on finding her deceitful in some way. he thought her reluctant, and a little avoidant, but nothing about nyx seemed disingenuous. he narrowed his eyes over her, though this was more out of natural suspicion than any true concern. "sounds innocent enough," he drawled, silver-tongued voice washing in on a sarcastic undertow - but then he seemed to move on from it. the general, for all his grandiosity, wasn't actually one to pry. so as long as she wasn't looking for charity, and looked healthy enough, then he didn't really care where she came from or why.

anyone had the potential to become diasporan, if they did not fear or resent it. "i can assure you this is not a pack lacking ambition, nyx. we are the diaspora. have you heard of us?" he asked coolly, though her answer would not change his following spiel.

"we proclaim to own this entire range, and we will not let another pack settle comfortably in these lands, if they are not founded by one of our own. you see, these mountains belong to every member of my pack - each with their own potential to claim a peak of their own - and we all aim collectively to preserve it all for the future of our bloodlines." he had to explain. she had to know what she was asking for at this particular doorstep. "it is not without assuming a great deal of risk, and the broad potential for failure, but the rewards could very well be legendary."