Such was why she walked with such a careless strut, not daring to waste her thoughts on who might hear or see. She looked nothing but elegant in her steps, a royal gait befitting the queen that she one was. A spring in old legs, lifted ears and watchful eyes. She almost dared someone to come out and play. She was sure she'd be able to blend into the foliage quite easily.

So it was almost a shame that she could not enjoy it quite as much as she would have liked to. There was too much beginning to play about on her mind. Too many things that she had - literally - lost sleep over. It was a foolish thing of course, to be so bothered by such a harmless thing. Why was she so disturbed by the fact that the crazy-eyed @Urien had screamed the name of her most hated son.

@Kjors. He was here. She had heard his name, and not for a moment would she allow herself to think that there could have been another person bearing that same moniker. Oh the mixture of emotions that came with that moment. Fear - for the boy she had never loved had indeed killed her more favoured son, and that same thought stirred anger and a thirst for revenge she could no longer ignore. She needed to find the male, to make him pay for the sins cast against his brother. She would end his life, and he would never even realise she was gone. She just needed a hint... a clue... something to point her in the right direction.

The day of reckoning would draw ever closer with time...

Very little changed though, aside from perhaps a small portion of her internal demeanour. Indeed her eyes did start to scan with more intent than they had been before the scent struck her nose, but her steps if anything got louder, not quieter. Now was not the time for fear. Now was a time to be outgoing, and maybe with some luck she'd find a spot to hole down before the harshness of winter truly struck.

Through the ferns ahead she'd catch an initial distant glance of her sudden and unexpected guest, though on her current path she was off a ways to one side, and the woman would not turn her head for stubbornness until she'd taken a few more strides, carrying herself in that same elegant grace, with all the properness and prestige that was to be expected of the queen she once was.

As she turned her head to meet the other though she was calm as anything, showing that she had not been blind to the arrival of the other, but simply that she preferred to engage on her own terms, that she wished first to finish what she had been doing before turning her attention to something else, and if what she was doing meant just taking another step or two than so be it, the world would wait on her, and not the other way around.

What struck her instantly was the carriage of the other, the way she stood and held herself in very much the same way Avari did herself. Confident, bordering arrogance even. It brought an effortless curl to the edge of her lips as from the space between them she would share a gentle smile. Ava had seen the real and the fake, both looking the same but so very different. This stranger, she was no fake.

"If only there were more women who would stand as tall as us." That presence alone had done enough to win a morsel of respect from the ageing brown woman. It was the best possible start one could get off to.

"The world might be a less troubled place, don't you think?" Slowly her body turned to front-on the stranger, and if only to show a lack of fear she took a few slow, lazy steps in her direction, paying little mind to what might have been in her path she kept her eyes on this stranger's face, with a quiet hum of curiosity vibrating in her throat... How very interesting...

Instantly it was obvious that this other woman was not to be taken lightly, the look in her eyes more than enough to say that there was something to behold, and for a moment the elder female would simply take in the appearance, examining her gaze, her stance, each and every thing that could be taken from merely looking and listening. In some ways, they seemed very much the same, but the potential could have swung countless ways.

It would be wonderful... or devastating.

"The latter is always the safer of options." She hummed a quiet sound of thought, regarding what had been said with careful consideration. "How often do we find that what we shouldn't be doing is exactly what we want to do?" Such could be said about her right in this moment. So far, she had yet to divulgate her intentions to the world... it was high time that changed.

"It's a balance of risk and reward." Her tone of voice changed. Clearly, she'd had a change of heart somewhere in her travels. The days for subtle searching had been without success.

"I likely shouldn't speak aloud the name of that I've been hunting... but the reward of finding him outweighs the risk of you being one of his friends." That said, they had yet to exchange names, and in her experience one was far more likely to dispel information if there was an air of anonymity.

"Do you know of a boy..." and she remembered him most fondly (which wasn't too fondly at all) as a boy "...who goes by the name of @Kjors?"

Though all was forgiven the instant that this woman reacted to the name that had been all but spat at her. Leering eyes were an instant signal of distaste, and it warmed Avari to know so quickly that the sickly boy had not grown into making friends any better. A lash of the tail showed her own contentment as her head inched forward, ears high and eager as she listened to the unsavory response without being thrown off by the show of gleaming teeth.

"He does not make friends." The elder woman quipped back rather quickly, the end of her sentence coming with a click of her teeth as she shut her jaws. Brilliant! She'd stumbled upon an enemy of the boy, purely by chance. Risk and reward had paid off in her favour, and while it might have been chance she wasn't about to let herself think that it was anything more than some kind of talent that had led her to this place. Obviously she had done it all on purpose.

"Nor does he deserve them. He slayed my son..." and if nothing else the slight hitch in her voice was enough to put any thought of her as a liar out of reach "...and I have spent too long waiting for my chance to seek revenge." There was too much against her in the moment though, for her to do much about it. She was on her own, without any knowledge. For all she knew Kjors had a pack to stand behind him. Hell - she couldn't even be too sure of what he looked like after all this time.