Lean, trained legs traveled across the ground, gait smooth, as if floating, or being tugged at by a magnetic pull. An elegant muzzle, filled with rows of sharp, potentially dangerous knives, ready to be revealed and put to use at any moment, should a threat appear. Claws remained unsheathed, gripping into the ground with each steps, giving her a firm hold and strong stance. Her ears perked forward, stretching upwards to the sky, long legs holding her torso up as her tail curled slightly, showing anyone who dare come to the Border, whether to seek admittance or to foolishly invade the pack not to try to mess with her. She would stand her ground until death, but not be so foolish as to not call upon the pack if the need arose. One wolf could not topple a group, it wasn't something that could be done. Cold, hostile orbs gazed forward, glowing in comparison to an obsidian pelt as a backdrop. Eyes would scan everything, looking and listening for movement, smelling for any unidentified scents. A passing breeze tugged lightly on her fur before disappearing, a serene sensation.

As she followed the Borderline, the long, powerful song of a masculine reached her ears, audits turning up in curiosity. Riveting backwards on her skull, she stopped to listen, until the deep cry ended. Tail raising, she made her way to the edge of the territory, following the fresh scent of a brute, standing along the territory. Her eyes narrowed slightly, staring blankly at him before blinding, a neutral gaze portrayed once again. To some extent, he reminded her of her long dead brother, Zanmitay. However, his eyes reflected hers just a slight bit more, adding a sliver of grayish-silver in, which stood out at night, reminiscent of her own. Approaching him, tail curved over her spine and ears alert atop her head, she locked eyes with the male, daring him to say something stupid right off the bat. "You have approached the Pack of Erenyx, Lead by the Brute called Teren, answered by I, Delta Ariste. Do you have a reason for doing so, that I should not kill you for?" She said, femininely deep voice given a gruff, commanding undertone, but nothing about her said aggressive, as there was no need to be yet. She stared intensely at him, awaiting an answer with cold, soulless eyes.

Ariste stood in silence, staring expectantly at the male before her. She had already predicted his answer, nevertheless she had to inquire formally. Winds tugged impatiently at her fur, catching a few hairs and sending them astray. Inhaling slowly, she memorized the obsidian masculine's scent, filing it in the back of her head for the future, also taking stock of his appearance. Once again, as always when responding to border requests, intelligent, observant eyes would flicker over the wolf's frame, taking a mere second to recognize the obvious muscles concealed by long fur, and a trained stature. She would wait until he ceased speaking before saying anything in return. "Indeed, I have questions I require you to answer. Though I care not, personally, where do you hail from? Why would you be of any use to this pack, that I should not kill you?" She questioned, vaguely uninterested in their conversation. He did not bring anything special in her eyes, perhaps he simply needed some motivation. Her golden hued eyes sparkled as she pushed false anger into them, joints and muscles stiffening tensely in faux agression. "And, boy, I suggest you show more respect than that around your superiors. Had any other found you, you surely would have already been beaten into submission and begging for your life to be ended. Respect is hard earned, and commanded to be given, so it would not be wise to step out of line." Her tone was hostile yet quiet, as yelling words did not make them any more threatening than whispering them. Her tone held command, as she glared at him, slipping further into her act, gaze icy. Her frame stood as a black splotch against an array of color, bright eyes fiery. "Speak quickly, the day is not eternal, and I have things to attend to."

A small smile of sorts curved the corner of the vixen's lips upward, though she hid it with a small snarl. She listened to his words, ears twitching and ready to detect any signs of falsity in truthfulness. She could sense none, and found herself despising him slightly less than all the others she had allowed to walk over the borderline. For the first time in a long while, a mischievous smirk quirked her lips upward, and she made no attempt at covering it. However, it was shown with malice, unmerciful and humourless, almost a warning. As dual-toned eyes glowered down into similar coloured, she allowed herself to mull over his words, stepping forward and purposely invading his space. "It is well that you are not a weakling of little value to us, for War is what we verge on, but has not yet occurred. You have no place here if you do not know how to defend yourself and others, and if you do not know your place." With steely eyes, she continued on telling him of what he would encounter. "You are to respect all others, and if you wish to earn respect in turn, everyone shall be your superior until deemed otherwise. I will place you as a Warrior in our ranking, and if you fail to accomplish your duties, you will be disposed of. A pack is only as strong as its weakest member." Stepping back, she moved enough to allow him to venture into the territories. "And I should hope you have no ideas of joining the pups of Helidos while I allow you into that that is Erenyx. Do not make me regret this, Warrior Desoto." Shooting him a last glare before turning and stalking off, the darkness of the shade of the trees enveloped her, paws crushing the colourful leaves that stood in her path. Her ears pushed forward once again as she continued her stroll along the line that separated the Erenyx from all others.