Drooping Willows Between Royalty

She'd been rounding the more now that she held the fancy title of Guardian. She'd proven herself enough and her shoulder had been healing quite fine from the attack of the foxes. It was a call that she heard that had drawn her from her patrol towards another part of the border which she had already checked. She was quick about it, striding across the grass with a certain speed to find who was calling for her sister and why. She caught the scent of Rowan. She didn't know him but he was a faithful lad. She could constantly smell his marks on the borders when she did her rounds and it made her smile slightly. She only arrived to hear the last bit of the words.

"Is that so?" She bemused as the dark female made her presence known. "I'm Sorya Archer. I'm sure my sister and/or her mate will be here soon enough." she eyed the deer wrapped salmon and she had to give him props. The untrusting female knew that would be quite the gift for her sister. "I've heard of Cut Rock River briefly, but I know nothing about it. Perhaps you could tell the pair of us more about it?" She asked, as he was on her borders requesting an audience with her leaders, about the pack that she'd heard of by name but not very often. Maksim Baranski. It was a name she would save because he seemed interesting and he was a leader of a nearby pack. She gave a curious look at him. She hadn't heard the comment about Rowan. She had no idea that the man even knew him.

A call was made. A call directed specifically to her and her mate who had otherwise been keeping himself very busy with scouting the borders to insure no one dare get close to them again. She had expected that yet another might be interested in joining her ranks or that perhaps one wolf of her allied packs had come to delivery a message to her and Angier. What was to come would certainly be of surprise as she made her way towards the conversing group.

She took the moment to assess the situation quickly as long, slow strides brought her silently towards the threesome. Firstly, her sister and Rowan was here, a yearling which she had taken under her wing by the honor of the man who had created him. She had expected much of the youth and had been given nothing less. Not to mention her sister, whom had risen to her side as Second now that Adelaide had gone off and as well having taking a position of Guardian amongst them - the only one with an official task to be prideful over. Alas, as she took a few more steps into the direction of the group until she was at a comfortable enough distance amongst her fellow pack mates to stop, her gaze rested upon @Maksim. He was a large wolf, larger then even her own mate who on his own was of impressive proportions that suited her well. His eyes were a cunning shade that captured her attention, to which her own vision drifted in all their pale intensity towards. She remembered seeing his face, however vaguely, though could not place where or when.

They had been speaking and she was unsure of what, keeping silent a moment longer as her attention made obvious to pass between the three of them for them to continue whatever question or answer did not yet hit the table. Having already met two of her members, Elettra could only assume that this would be worthy of her time, granted her guards had not yet run him off for being foolish or a waste of efforts. "As any reasonable pack would..." She then finally speaks, addressing the last bit of words she had heard from Maksim upon her arrival. For now, though she scented the kill and knew it to be there, her attention would focus fully upon the other Leader as she spoke to him. "I am Elettra Archer." She bothered not in adding the title of 'Leader' nor 'Founder' afterward, for surely as being the longest leading ruler she knew of to still uphold such a title, she would be known amongst the land. She was confidant enough in this and if not, her stance surely proved it.

Angier had indeed been minding the borders when the call had sounded out. His ears perked at the sound of Elettra's footsteps drawing away from the territory somewhere in the distance and like a rabbit who had just been chased away from its hiding place, he bolted after her. His lengthy limbs didn't particularly catch up to her in time but he was fortunate to arrive just as Elettra had introduced herself. He saw it as an opportunity, and with a few heavy steps he came forward, he let himself assess the gathering before him. "Angier Lyall," he introduced himself, his voice only halting as he came to do a double-take over Maksim after mistaking him for one of his brothers. "We are th' Leaders of Willow Ridge."

His head and tail should've come up but as both he and Elettra were still within their territory but far from their claimed lands, he kept his stance neutral aside from his ears, which plainly conveyed that he was very much interested in what the masked wolf had to say. "I see you've met Sorya, our pack Guardian," he gave a small nod to Elettra's sister before eyeing the yearling with a brief smile, "an' Rowan..." Angier's nose twitched as he picked up the scents embedded in the large brute's fur, the earthy musk pulling at a memory that he could not fully recall. "What brings--" he was cut short, and as though he only just remembered that he and his mate were accompanied by others, he turned to both the Guardian and the yearling, "'Less Elettra says otherwise, you two are dismissed. Go back to the borders. I thought I might've seen the boys testin' our boundaries again."