Hecate peered out onto the den site, intending on offering help to her matriarch if it was needed. She never really spent her time around the den, it was often too busy with business or the kids shouting. It was rare to see the Liar's uniquely stark fur near the site. The den was silent, no sign of life poking out of the dark hole. Not even the soft snoring of the babes was present. Huh. Hecate thought simply. It proved to be a perfect moment for the young woman to explore her pack's history, taking a few steps forward out of the trees.


She wasn't alone, unfortunately. A strangely skeletal figure was making himself quite comfortable near the den. Mystic green eyes looked the man up and down, a loose smile fitting itself on her muzzle. "Well shit, you look like y'been through hell an' back." It was odd to think such markings could exist on someone. Hecate wished to have a more striking appearance, her eyes seemed to do the trick though. Not particularly afraid of the strange man, she approached- edging on the brink of being too close. He was a Ridge member, but only recently had he joined; the scent of willows wasn't yet soaked into his very skin. "Who are you?"

He wasn't an asshole, that was for sure. He gave a slow smirk in return, a generally pleased sign emitting from him. He didn't pull away just yet, allowing her to inspect his personal space. He smelled like ginger and the pollen of buttercups, her nose darting around his front. Her head drew back, taking a step away so he could have room. Her mind mulled over the name Craw, its harshness rubbing in her ears. She flicked an ear, brows raising curiously. In return for hers, he offered a dark joke. A smile spread like butter over her maw, a raspy cackle rising in the fall air- Hecate liked this strange man, he had made her laugh. "Hecate Liar, pleased t'meet cha sir." She said smokily, a curt nod of her head in respect due to his humor and gentleman-like personality.

She eyed him over again, trying to look past the ashen fur. Bulk brewed beneath, supported with sturdy strong legs. He was inherently a fighter, she could use someone like him. A brow furrowed deeply, eyes gleaming with thought. "Craw dear, have you spoken to anyone about a task here?" She pondered if Angier and Elettra had already assigned him the position of guardian- after all, Adele was growing older and older each day.

He was quick to understand what she was saying, as if he suspected it the whole time. He was sharp, but sharp things can slice the ignorant. She nibbled on her tongue, calculating this new card in her deck. He seemed to know his way around all of this, and she would need to be on top securities around him. Trusting someone like this could backfire, but she was sure he was thinking the same. Craw asked her if she had any plans in becoming a guardian, dipping his ashy paws into the water- it was up to her to change the temperature from scalding hot to glacier cold. The woman let out a raspy sigh, rolling her shoulders slightly. "I ain't gunna fuck 'round." She hoped he would be comfortable with her language, he was a big boy and could handle her throws. "I gotta thing fer power, but, I can roll w'second in command." She wanted to make sure her motives were clear, she wasn't looking at the crown- yet. Hecate liked @Morganna and with @Skoll behind Angier, it wouldn't be long until he too rested with Elettra. "Fer th'position I want, I'm gonna need'a whole book of skills t'back me up." She wasn't going to announce her plans just yet, they first needed a solid agreement.