Lime green tipped ears stood tall upon her crania. The noise was clear and crisp, like the crunch you get when biting into a good apple. Her teal eyes scanned the direction it came from before she went into a lope. Her thudding paws were one after the other until she came into view of the brute. As she approached she spoke to him.

"Thou called?"

Her voice was light, though it held a hint of caution in it. Every new wolf could either pose as a new member or a threat, and she preferred the first. Though, the second has happened before. She didn't dare get too close, but stayed a good ten feet away from him. She was still wary.

Xera listened to his name, and took it in for memory. SO this wolf was called Illusion then. Interesting. She then stood at full form and held her tail with a slight bit more air of dominance.

"One is called Xeraga, Betess of the Garshia. Tis nice to meet thou, Illusion."

She gave a light smile, taking note that he hadn't yet shown any sign of malice or anger. This was indeed a good sign. She then spoke once more.

"What is thou reason for entering upon the borderlands of Garshia?"

She questioned him, wanting to know his purpose for being about the edges of the lands, and also, to figure out his motives.