What was she doing out here? In truth, it was a selfish manner. She needed not leave her den for any reason as her growing pack was keen on tending to her every beck and call. All she needed was to call out to Angier, to Asriel or Skoll and her needs would be made. But now she came out of the darkness of the Infirmary/pack den merely for her own personal desires. She needed a moment to be free. The new pups had just been fed and were content to squirm amongst each others on a bed of furs to keep warm as they rest. Surely Adelaide, Coquina, or Senka would have no problem guarding the entrance of the pack den whilst she was gone. Morganna, even, could slip into the den in order to comfort her little brothers should they begin to cry - which Elettra doubted. They were good pups, far less demanding then her first litter and rarely screamed out for mere attention alone. So Elettra left with an obvious eagerness to stretch her legs as she made a quick lope around her territory, making sure to not stray too far. Even if she knew her children were well within pack lines, the protective mother still could not allow herself to go beyond a quick sprint that would lead her to her new pup's sides once more.

Angier had mentioned Sorya, a sister of hers and this was most definitely something she could not let down. She wanted to know, had to know. Was everything alright in Torbine? Had it fallen, had her parents died? Why was this 'Sorya' here as well as this Xetor she had heard of, though had yet to meet as well. She Leader craved to know what was going on amongst her pack, mainly with new members about around her new born pups. If they were true family, then certainly she held no worries. An Archer thought of another Archer, above all else. Her nose to the winds now to the falling afternoon, she took in the scents of the new comers, her family, a shallow howl sent out to them, edged in low barks. If they were near, they'd be here.

In a moments time, they came to her, both wolves which she had been seeking out that carried the name of 'Archer' in the same manner which she did, one being her youngest sister of many and the other, a nephew from one of the various ladies Hextor had courted when he was alive. Firstly it was Sorya, bringing the scent of rabbit to the air. She had unknowingly captured the mother of a rabbit's nest nearby, snuggled with five young who would not be left to their lonesome, to ether be found by the wolves at a later time or killed by another predator. Elettra flit into the other wolf's direction, coming up close to her with her tail raised and her head high as she looked down upon one her newest subordinates. Though her tail waved happily, a smile upon her features. She took a hop back from Sorya, her head and tail lowering with still a wave.

"I've never met you before." She peeped lightly, her eyes intense upon the woman's face for a moment, directly into the pale colored eyes that matched her own. After a fleeting second they fell, only to scour her body, her physical form, her coloration, the obvious contrast of her eyes, her stance. She most certainly did look like an Archer wolf, though she had time and time before met those who could pass for one, as @Kade himself had to her. "Who are you?" Elettra Archer had met all of her siblings since the pups of 2011, before she left. Two of them had died due to a very harsh winter, unknowingly to her. It was Sorya who was born the year after, a single female in the little, which was rare. Most of the Archer's were born men, strengthening the bloodline and its name easily. She was a single child and a woman, a showing of a decrease in the number of pups Sansa had as she aged. It was the last time their mother had children before Deacon stepped up to the plate as King just last year.

"And you..." Her eyes suddenly flashed to Xetor then. He came a bit later to the party, dropping down a very large fish before Elettra's paws and offering a quick lick of submission that caused a sneeze from Elettra in response. A fisher, then? Would he be as good as the long, lost Reed? She licked her eyes, eying the fish before then to Xetor, of rust and black. "A nephew, I hear, but of who?" Judging by his age, almost a full adult, he had to have been from a little of Sorya and Elettra's parents from 2010 of prior. Unknowingly to Elettra, he was the product of her very litter mater, Hextor: A dashing male of black, with shades of russet and rust much as his twin brother, Hexxus. Though Hexxus only facial features had long since been roughed and marred with battle. He, much like Sorya, was the product of one child in the litter by a woman named Wisteria Solace, a priestess and medic within the Heart of Torbine. She was one of the three woman Hextor had wooed in his life, having bred with her a second time the next year to give Xetor three younger siblings amongst various (likely unknown) half siblings from the other two woman from traveling bands.


She waits, then, her eyes fleeting between nephew and sister, both around the same age of two years old. Both single children in their litter, harboring a likely very self-officiant upbringing. She was very curious of them, both family and stranger and had many questions, certainly. These were just the first of many to come.

The last litter. She was but a single child to this litter, she confirmed, and born in the spring of 2012 before coming of the next year, Deacon took the placement of King in the land due to their parent's aging. He, from then, took his mate and started having children of their own that year. Elettra's tail waved to the thought, having loved Deacon so very much for which her one of her newest children was named after. They had been close and despite Deacon not being first born in the litter, it was very obvious that Deacon, above all else, had been fitting for the placement of King. Sorya was the last born of a great line of their parents and for this, Elettra smirks and dips her head in a manner of respect to the woman. Once more her eyes go fleeting between Sorya (who was colored very much like her, if not a bit darker) and Xetor, who was fitting with the rusty coloration of the twins Hexxus and Hextor.

They both showed obvious submissive behavior, respectful of not only their older sister and aunt, but to the woman who was the eldest of the Archer family in this land and, the leader of Willow Ridge. Xetor, it seemed more so, held a more submissive manner as though well practiced and she wondered, if being a bastard son of Hextor had left him with a harder out set of life. Typically, wolves within the Archer line were monogamous. They took a mate and mated for life, only taking another partner if death or adultery were a case. Hextor, however, was one of those dashing few with not only good looks and a good name to sport, but an incredible way with words that could just about get anyone to sleep with him. Hextor had bred with one female in 2011 which Elettra had been aware of before her parting. The female had been nameless to Elettra, just some wondering gypsy who, before she even realized she was pregnant, left the lands of Torbine and what could only be assumed, for none of the Archer family to even know her children of three existed. That is, until Xetor now spoke of it now. Elettra's ears perked in much interest, wondering if that first woman had shown her face again in Torbine then or if Hextor had simply told Wisteria or Xetor about her. It did not matter too much, she guessed, granted the likeliness of her actually seeing those nieces and nephews or hers were slim to none. Wisteria she had not known ether, for that matter. She was yet another woman wooed by Hextor, whom he bred with in 2012 along with another woman not of the Empire. The other woman was of an amazonian-like gang on the outskirts of Torbine in the deep forest near the mountain range. She, to much surprise, birthed two females - two sisters which ended up being dominant within their gang. Though Hextor had met his daughters on various occasions, they were not of the Empire. Wisteria, whom was a priestess and medic to the Empire, was more so seen and so was Xetor, his (as far as he knew) first born son. In 2013 Hextor bred with Wisteria once more. This time, with only her and thus giving Xetor three full blooded siblings. It had become apparent that the long standing bachelor was actually falling in love with Xetor's mother. Unfortunately, that winter, Hextor was killed, never taking Wisteria as his mate as he had secretly intended.

"Killed?" She felt a knot form in her throat at the mentioning of Hextor's death. At the news, she finds herself sitting before the pair, a frown forming over her lips as gray-dipped toes shifted over the earth. She wondered now how Hexxus was holding up, for when Hexxus was not tormenting slaves and Hextor was not wooing women, the two bothers had been joined at the hip. "How?" She asks then, shifting her attention before both her younger sister and her nephew.