She was out scouting, having skirted around the neighboring pack with hopes of avoiding an interaction with them. Especially with the recent conflict that had happened with them trespassing. Not to mention the light rain would likely help cloak her from being picked up by one of them in case they wanted to duke it out on neutral lands. A sigh escaped her as she dismissed the thought. Neither was her pack to rule so she wouldn't worry her mind over what came next. She'd look out for herself and that was that.

Her lean form made good travel time and before she knew it she was in the lands that she had met Ramiel in. Funny enough, there was a dark form up ahead. They weren't nearly big enough to be the Archer yearling and so a frown cut deeply into her features. He seemed pretty harmless - looked like he was grooming or something.

A bit bored with the routine she had fallen into, Bella could use something to spice things up. Without a second thought she let out a bark to announce her presence. She was here whether she was wanted or not.

It was kind of weird the way he seemed so submissive but honestly, she liked it. Bellatrix had an inkling of hunger for power perhaps this stranger could fulfill that small part of her life.

She crept closer ever so slightly as her lively eyes raked over his form. He didn't look in tiptop condition which made him an easy target. Not that the Rigel was exactly the fighting type with a frame as willowy and lean as hers. Her head lifted as she looked down the bridge of her muzzle at the sooty male.

"Who are you?" She questioned with ease. He didn't smell like anyone else and by his current condition seemed like it was unlikely he was a part of a pack. Which was a good thing for her mentioning she was trying to avoid conflict with neighboring pack wolves at the moment. Loners, though? Well they were free game.

"Lonán."

She committed the name to memory. While she was feeling spunky, she wasn't feeling downright rude and was about to give him her own name. About to when a band of coyotes could be scented on the breeze and the fellow yearling asked a more obvious question. "Of course I do." She said with almost a scowl. He must have not been here long if he thought the scent of coyotes was anything new. "They're crowding the hell out of these lands." Her features still a bit annoyed but more at the coyotes than the yearling.

Yellow gaze raked over him, he was scrappy and underweight not exactly the best candidate to bring home to the Keep. "Where you heading to? Assuming you don't plan on being coyote food." She asked with a half-smirk and raised brow. Perhaps that was a little mean but no one had ever said Bellatrix was the nicest girl around.

Bellatrix didn't often feel powerful compared to others (considering her tiny size) but this guy was doing wonders for her ego. Seeing him shrink up like that, tail tucked and all. It seemed she had really hit the final nail but calling him coyote food too.

Her glory would be short lived though - this she knew. She had to return back to the Keep eventually and remember that she wasn't top dog. Sigh. Pale ear flicked at his questions, a soft hum escaping her as well. "Depends on what you want. Two packs nearby. One being the one I belong to and the other....bunch of barbarians." Her yellow eyes rolled enough to really accentuate the point. Perhaps she was being dramatic but whatever. Wasn't like she really cared that much.

"We better get out of here either way, though. I'm sure those coyotes will show up if we keep staying like sitting ducks." They scent on the breeze seemed to get stronger and by the strength of the scent Bella doubted that she and mangy companion could take them by themselves.