The long legged scout sauntered aimlessly through the neutral territory, her steel grey gaze half focused on the leaf littered ground beneath her. A demure, mist like rain was falling overhead, but the peevish female could have cared less if the freezing water soaked right through her bones. Autumn had finally arrived, it seemed, and with it came the gentle chill of the looming cold season. She welcomed the Fall breeze as it ruffled through her thick fur, the tension hindering her body easily relaxing. The air was quiet save for the placid sound of the wind moving through the semi bare branches of the trees and the muffled rustle of leaves under paw, and she huffed out a short sigh of what seemed to be relief. The bold she-wolf wouldn't dare admit it to anyone, but the prospect of her new rank was somewhat daunting. She was to infiltrate the lands of the neighboring packs to gather intel, and avoid being caught or cornered at all costs.

One would assume an omega such as herself would have jumped at the stark opportunity of attaining a new rank so as to escape the shame and ridicule of existing at the bottom of the social caste, but such petty reasons did not suit her true intention. There was only one thing she cared about achieving, and that, quite simply, was vengeance. She had merely asked for the job to augment her range when searching for her brother, and, of course, she'd have copious more opportunities to hone her combative skills than before. She narrowed her eyes slightly into a baleful glower as her paws crunched over the red-purple hues of the dying lavender, her lip curling up in concealed rage as she reminded herself of the severity of her task. She had to catch Hasoka, at any cost; even if she lost her life as a consequence.

As a scout, that was now an abundantly more viable possibility. It wasn't her enemies who caused her such troubling concern; she doubted any Helidos wimp would have the stomach to kill her, and though she knew little of Agavos, the prospect of entering their lands did not worry her. It was Teren who bothered her most. While she could certainly gamble on what her rivals intended to do with an intruder meandering about their lands, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that the malevolent brute would not hesitate to slaughter her should she fail him. There was always the possibility of banishment, as had happened to that Samael male, but seeing as she was born to what her alpha believed to be "the weaker sex," she highly doubted she would receive the same treatment.

She almost felt like laughing at that, as if mocking the dire circumstances would somehow belittle them, but she had yet to lose her courage. When she remembered her sister, how they had played together in the soft winter snow as pups and huddled together at night for warmth, how Usagi had loved everything and everyone no matter what or who they were and had smiled so happily in the face of despair, how she, her big sister, had promised to protect her and had failed beyond what was forgivable... Everything was worth it. She would walk directly into the flames of Hell if only to make Hasoka suffer as she had. She would endure the consequences of everything she undertook, she would stand against the hostile fangs of her opponents and the deadly wrath of her pathetic Alpha, she would bare every onerous burden of her mistake until it killed her, because that's what you do when you love someone, and she knew she would never be able to face her sister again if she did otherwise.

The sudden sound of laughter pulled her from her thoughts, and she pricked her ears forward slightly to listen, a single eyebrow raised in patent discontent. Great, just wonderful. She thought in sarcastic displeasure, somewhat irritated her solitude had been disrupted. What is it now? Another Helidos flea? Or perhaps one of Agavos's numerous traitors? In spite of her exasperation, she was somewhat curious. If it was a wolf from another pack, her occupation as scout would be considerably less dangerous here than on enemy terrain. She moved down wind before padding quietly towards the source of the noise, her sharp grey gaze narrowed in analytical thought and her body held low to the ground.

It didn't take long for the familiar scent of Erenyx to reach her on the Autumn breeze, and she straightened with a tiny, apathetic huff as the white pelt of what seemed to be one of her pack mates came into view. It was another she-wolf, and she felt like she should have been familiar but she couldn't supply a name for the face. Perhaps she held a higher rank of some sort, or she had caught wind of her through the useless tidbits of gossip she heard when she did happen to linger around the pack. She didn't really care either way; she could live without knowing every damn celebrity in Erenyx. A mocking smirk naturally settled on her expression as the fae listlessly blew a fluttering Autumn leaf off her snout, her demeanor lax and indifferent. "Playing in the leaves. Boy, that's productive." She commented with a lazily sarcastic scoff, her tone more careless than scathing.

Yuki openly jeered at the she-wolf's sharp rebuke, her dull grey gaze rolling up towards the cloud covered sky. "Killing a pack mate for no reason whatsoever. That's even more productive." She scoffed, sarcasm dripping from her tongue like venom. She didn't understand why murder seemed to be the universal panacea in Erenyx. Did anyone really believe such an inefficient and exhausting action would fix anything? And yet, the russet colored fae had heard the threat thrown around so often she almost didn't believe it anymore. Make one mistake and I'll kill you... Disrespect me again and I'll kill you... Get in my way again and I'll kill you... She snorted at the absurdity of such notions, her expression wrought with mocking hilarity. If any of those stupid dolts actually followed through with their promises, they'd run out of wolves to push around.

After a moment she noticed her company's disposition shift slightly, however, and she was gradually struck with the impression that the fae hadn't really meant it at all; she had most likely only responded so sharply because Yuki had been so initially rude. Her sneer dissolved into casual apathy at this realization. Granted, she hadn't really intended to be so peevish, she just lacked the tact and motivation to behave with proper etiquette. She hadn't ever needed it before; Usagi had been the only wolf she ever really spoke to. She addressed the remainder of her hostile birth pack with sarcasm and merciless cruelty. She was well versed in the art of talking back, of defending herself through verbal slander. It was her best method of defense, and it was fairly difficult to insult her as a result. Of course, she was consequently bold and stand offish to everyone she met, and her imprudence didn't award her many points for popularity. Not that she cared all that much; she was thoroughly accustomed to being friendless.

She was pulled from her thoughts when the she-wolf, Tundra she'd called herself, inquired of her identity, her demeanor relaxed into indifferent nonchalance. "I'm Yuki, the scout." She replied simply before crunching in to scratch an itch behind her ear with her hind paw, her tone lax and casual now that the threat of enmity had momentarily passed. She stood back up and turned around a few times before finally laying down amongst the crunching leaves, not really caring if the debris became snagged or tangled in her thick pelt. "So you're Teren's guardian, eh? You must be fairly skilled in combat then. Or, is there some sort of cronyism there?"

She assumed the question was innocent enough. She quite honestly detested the entire rank system, but she was a bit curious as to why their chauvinistic bastard of a "leader" had awarded such a high caste to a female. It could prove to useful information.

The long legged she-wolf narrowed her eyes slightly in lax exasperation as the fae insisted there was reason behind her threat, her expression weary with a kind of frustrated exhaustion. And what would that reason be? Because I annoyed you? She scoffed inwardly in concealed distaste, her outward expression apathetic and guarded. Not many would have guessed it from her usually bold, careless disposition, but life was... Important, to her. It hadn't been for a long while. When she was younger, she couldn't have cared less if a wolf lived or died; most of the wolves she knew mistreated her, anyways. Why should she concern herself with their meager troubles when they refused to afford her the same decency? Her manner of thinking shifted dramatically when Usagi died, however; she had never lost anyone before then. It had felt like the end of the world to her, her world, and she watched in excruciating agony as the ever tangible memories of her sister alive, smiling and breathing and talking and laughing, slipped away from her grasp. She had never experienced anything as heart wrenchingly painful as that, of knowing she could never go back to that simple, contented life, that that world was gone forever and it was all her fault. She wasn't the best at empathizing- her sister was far more skilled in that respect- but if there was just one thing she could understand, it was the agony of losing someone one loved. How could she ever permit such a hellish pain to plague someone who did not deserve it?

She snickered disdainfully under her breath when the she-wolf claimed to like her- that was certainly something she had never heard before. Her imprudence had the patent tendency to garner resentment and dislike. "I can't really say I give a damn. If my peers are really dull enough to feel compelled to murder me over something as petty as the way I speak, then that's their problem. I'm not going to roll over on my back and shout praises to the gods every time some pissy higher up throws a temper tantrum." Her tone was relatively indifferent in spite of its mocking bite, and her expression was entirely earnest. Though she was fairly accustomed to prevarication, she much preferred honesty when lying wasn't necessary. It came far easier to her, anyways.

She smirked yet again when Tundra deduced that she had not interacted much with the pack, and she responded to the guardian's statement with a careless shrug. "Well, yeah. It's kind of difficult to make friends when you're sitting at the bottom of an imaginary social caste and all of your peers are stupid enough to believe that gives them the right to act superior." she replied, her voice casual and calm, as if there wasn't anything pitiful nor demeaning about the statement. And there wasn't, at least, not in her mind. She hadn't ever believed herself to be worthless during her time as an omega. It was just a social construct, after all; the only power it possessed over her was the power she gave it.

She listened in nonchalant silence as Tundra sarcastically wished her luck on her new rank, and she remained quiet and motionless as the white furred canine relayed her tale regarding how she had achieved her rank. The soft sarcasm etched into her expression gradually dissipated as she listened, the pensive emotionlessness that often accompanied her logical pondering slowly taking her place. "I knew he had been exiled, yes, but I have yet to learn the reason why beyond the generic justification of angering Teren. Just what did he do to deserve banishment, exactly?" She hadn't ever met Samael before his forced hegira, so she couldn't exactly form an opinion on the matter. She had no way of knowing if the consequence was warranted or not, but, considering the fact that it was the ignoble alpha of Erenyx who had given the order, she thought it fairly safe to assume that it was most likely a blatant over reaction. Killing him was even more ridiculous from a pragmatic perspective; how exactly did he plan on conquering all of Erenyx by himself? There wasn't any actual substance behind his claim.

The scout pricked her ears with abrupt surprise at the sudden sound of another voice, this one noticeably belonging to a massive brown pelted male who carried the poignant scent of their pack. She turned her snout back slightly to glance at him out of the corner of her eye before leisurely getting to her paws, her expression mockingly jocular. "So you also enjoy the thought of Teren being usurped? I can't really say I disagree." Her voice was liltingly casual, a harsh, somewhat bitter grin dominating her maw as she spoke. "It would be beyond satisfying to watch that chauvinistic old brute bite the dust. Oh, but I'm supposed to watch what I say, right? I'm not supposed to offend our benevolent alpha in front of his loyal little pet." Her words were laced with a deluge of sarcasm, but that didn't succeed in concealing the sincerity of her words. She raised her chin in bold defiance and stared at Tundra head on as she finished her jab, an indomitable kind of courage searing through her veins.

She glanced back towards the male after a moment, her casually apathetic disposition easily returning. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lyonitus. I'm Yuki."