Her eyes swept over the she-wolf as she spoke – she was familiar with Naia only in reference to her scent and from seeing her about the lands. She had not gotten to know the she-wolf, and she partly blamed her distance with the worry that she would become even more attached to the River pack then she was, and in turn, it would reveal nothing but more heartache come the spring. Still, it should have been remedied, and while now was not the time, Kisla made a mental note to seek the Second out at a later time and acquaint herself with the she-wolf – she seemed the sort the Tainn would enjoy the company of.


But for now, her attention was upon the newcomer, and with a nod to her pack member, the golden female stepped closer to him, noting the lowering of his posture with a semblance of pleasure. He at least could present himself in a respectful manner. Her green eyes swept over him, her wolfish brows quirking slightly at the name as it was released, and while she would have bristled at any given time for his demand to speak to the true regal of these lands, she had an inkling of what the matter could be. “A Lyall,” she murmured, her eyes taking him in more closely. She had little to do with the family, but they had grown up in this forest as she had by the river towards the mountain. “You were born in these forests then? Is that what you seek of Maksim?” There was a small pause then, and rolling her shoulders back, Kisla allowed her stance to relax slightly. “Why do you look to join Cut Rock River? What is it you can offer this pack?”

It was an uncertain situation in the she-wolf's eyes -- her nature was to be unforgiving and suspicious, within good reason of past circumstances. The youth 's attachment to the lands could have been the very reason she would deny him -- yet he could not possibly be a challenge to her King's throne. The loyalty of the River wolves to the Baranski was great, and with this thought alone, she eased her concerns. That.. and had another pack of wolves taken residence upon Sacred Grove soil and she sought refuge amongst them.. then pain of being turned away might have been far too great for her to consider doing such a deed upon another.

He seemed honest enough, and yet still the underlying intent of speaking with Maksim was at the forefront of the conversation. Her bright eyes shifted to Naia, whose silence was not unmerited, and yet she gave a small nod to the she-wolf in quiet approval of the duty she had performed. Very well, she murmured, a small smile just barely gracing the corners of her creamy muzzle. I don't imagine Maksim is available at this point or within the vicinity. He is usually quick to answer these calls. There was a small pause as she gave a nod between her two companions, shifting her weight as her shoulders rolled back in a leisurely stretch. But I am sure he will be happy to answer the questions you have when you do find him. Until then, perhaps Naia can give you a tour of your new home.. Unless you would like to revisit the forest on your own terms.

Moving forward then, the she-wolf brushed her pelt against the tawny of his own pelt, mingling their scent together in acceptance to the pack lands -- a ritual she had seen her mother do countless times. I am Kisla, in case you were curious, she mused with a lilting tease, ehr eyes flickering with humor in the direction of Naia. With a nod offered to both, the lithe regal began to slink away, her figure continuing along the borders of the land she now called home. Whether their new member decided he wanted to be accompanied or not was entirely up to him -- and with that, she had accepted her first member to Cut Rock River.