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Her strides were long and deliberate. It was early in the evening, and Leucothoë thought to divine something from the Sea. She had ever desire to be of use to Caiaphas, even despite her twins misgivings on the entirety of the situation. Leucothoë was more interested in it, and wondered what would come of it. Before doing her own patrol, she would look to the Sea for clues of the future.

When she arrived, Leucothoë stood at the edge of the waters for a moment. When the world was this cold, so too was the sea. She lingered here, thinking of the proper questions and the signs she might find. Typically, Leucothoë would have the protection of a male consort; but she had every desire for privacy. The pristine Leucothoë did not know these men as she did the ones of home, and her time in the waters were vulnerable and intimate, so deeply personal. She had fasted and not eaten the food brought to them. Her body and mind were empty and clear and she would not fill it prior to her divination.

Wynter was out wandering the edge of the beach. Out of all the territory this pack held the beach was her favourite place to be. She could stare out over the ocean and let her mind wander. It was usually fairly peaceful with just the sound of the waves rolling onto the shore to be heard. As she trotted over to the place she normally sat down to think she spotted a silver wolf. Must be one of the new wolves that strayed into the territory the other day. The trio. Whose names she had yet to learn. She decided she would pad over and introduce herself. When she got close enough she let out a small bark. Nonthreatening, so as not to startle the wolf by her approach. "Hey," she muttered and nodded her head in greeting.

~Wynter~

Phantom returned to the beach to wash, dirty and travel weary. She had been scouting the land around Duskfire, and her steps were tired. never less, she move with the grace she always did, and soon was in the sea, it's cool waters energizing her. She dunked her whole head under, happy to see the dirt falling away from her once again pristine pelt.

As she returned to the beach to dry, the scent of Wynter became apparent, so she eagerly followed it. She soon came across the cinnamon girl with another, silver fae, one of those who had arrived yesterday. She approached them, her stance open and friendly, and sat beside Wynter, emerald eyes scanning over the newest recruit.

The approach of another was not missed by Leucothoë who only turned when the other came to regard her. For the minute, then, she would not convene with the Sea; she needed privacy. It would be good to know the wolves of her new home, also. Leucothoë rose to all fours and turned, first looking to the wolf who spoke even as the other approached them. She was a pretty woman, with black furs peppering her hair here and there. The most prominent color was a sienna hue that truly caught the eye. While the lackluster Leucothoë thought herself beautiful, she did find it in her to feel envious at the others lovely shade.

Leucothoë offered Wynter a smile. Her tail waved loosely and she appeared receptive to their company. Γεια σας, το όνομά μου είναι Λευκοθέα. She lilted in a tongue she was sure they were familiar in. The other one who approached was silent, even when she sat, not greeting her. This was fine by the Greek woman—who did not know of her affliction—some were the silent sort. The Nereid did not note the lack of her tail, having missed that on her approach. The white one was lovely, too, her eyes a deeper green than her own. She had clearly just been in the water, and Leucothoë wondered if she was cold. She looked back to Wynter, her tail twitching idly, waiting for the one who had spoken to respond.

"Hello Lecothoe " Wynter acknowledged the silver colored wolf. "I am Wynter, and this is Phantom," she nodded in the direction of the white wolf who had approached shortly after she did. "Nice to meet you. You are on of the three who came here together yes?" Wynter questioned tilting her head slightly. She wondered what purpose had brought the three wolves into their territory. Not often do multiply wolves cross another packs borders without knowing precisely their heading.

Wynter glanced back to wards the beautiful silver wolf smiling slightly. Then she glanced at her surroundings. "Nice night," she paused and sat down staring off over the water.

Phantom nodded and smiled. She pawed her muzzle, and shook her head. She gazed out into the sea, a little sadly. She would listen to the two talk, for she could do nothing more. In the sand, she half halfheartedly begun tracing something, a rune of sorts she had never seen before. Her paw seemed to guide her, and she watched as it traced the thing out in the wet sand.

Wynter was quick to introduce herself and the other who had remained silent thus far. Leucothoë did not know she physically could not speak and really thought nothing of the silence. Many at Themiscrya were the silent sort, who only spoke when specifically regarded. To Leucothoë, there was nothing wrong with this. But she had nothing directly to say to Phantom, and knew that the sisters at home hated wasting their breath with pointless dither. Even in her youth they did not humor her, which caused Leucothoë to simply keep quiet herself. The shame of being blatantly ignored had burned as a youth, who valued her pride so very much.

She committed their names to memory. And as Wynter asked her question, Leucothoë nodded. Yes. I came with my mother and my sisters. One biological, one not; but it made no difference to those of Themiscrya, who were all sisters in faith. As Wynter commented on the night, she finds herself nodding again, her eyes falling to the wolf who brushed her muzzle. Are you in pain? The sad look on her features concerned Leucothoë, who did not connect that she brushed her muzzle because she was conveying to Leucothoë she could not speak. The only wolf she could play charades with beautifully was her own twin... and while she was quite smart for one so young, and perceptive, she had never met a wolf who could say nothing before.