The Elite was out strolling among the fog of Satan's Edge. Despite her injuries, she was often found out among Erenyx territories. Though, she knew better than to venture into Neutral lands just yet, she was far from a stranger to these injuries. In fact, she could hardly remember how many times she'd shifted, unable to fall asleep because of the pain in her ribs. Luckily though, she'd never broken them, or they had healed on their own just fine. And here she stood now, proudly bearing both her scars, and her title. She did believe she'd done well in the war, her Alpha was pleased at their victory, seeing the Helidos wolves flee home like the whelps they were.
Eyes scanning the landscape, a small smile played out across her features. She could easily recall finding young Piper here, mourning her family. Offering her an Apprenticeship, a chance to be something better than just 'the traitor's daughter'. Yes, she was stronger that before, finally a Warrior of Erenyx, and Ariste hoped to continue training her until she was just under her in ranking. It was unlikely, but not impossibly, from the way their training was going.
Paws glided over the slippery surface, suddenly stopping without warning when a voice graced her ears. Over the wind's occasional howls, she heard a male speaking. Straining her ears, she tried to make out what was being said. Turning, she headed toward the source of the noise. When she moved closer, she could hear what was being said, and narrowed her eyes. He was talking to someone. But as a figure came into sight, she saw only one wolf. A frail-looking wolf at that. He was slim, far to slim for a brute of his size. Straightening up, her tail rested on her spine once again, as her ears perked. "Who are you speaking to, Brute? Have you gone mad?" She bellowed. She wondered if he had a voice trapped in his head, never leaving him alone. Ariste knew what it was like, but she was not nearly so vocal about it. Surely if anyone heard her, they would think the same thing - that she'd lost any semblance of sanity that she held. Though, she did not mind being called insane by others. She was fully functional, intelligent, and skilled at surviving. Considering her insane wouldn't change who she was. So standing in front of this male, she stared down at him, waiting for a reply and already anticipating what it would be.