She swung her sling with all the lackadaisical motion common to a young adult who had nothing better to do. Hunting had yielded little in the way of entertainment, and though she returned with the body of some large and feathered bird, she could not deny that she was still very bored. A sigh left her golden chest, filtering through her throat and into the relatively warm Springtime air. Settling into the new life would not be difficult. She craved this chance to form a new family, this promise made by Sirius to return to her what she had lost upon coming to 'Souls. She merely had to wait, ever so patiently, for the rest of Salsola to fall into line and then she could truly begin her duties to them. The first task was something she felt to be her favorite, at least for the moment — marking them. For many, it would not be the mark of property, but merely a symbol to offer unity, much like blood did to those born into the same name. For the task itself, she had acquired a new blade, sharpened on a stone and crafted from the thick bone of some four-legged animal. In Eterne, it would have been silver. Tlantli had tried to make due.

As she returned to her new home, the ruins of Borgata Colotl, she reached into her satchel to retrieve the off-yellow shard of sharp animal bone; her fingers curled around the makeshift handle, wrapped in leather. Fiery eyes studied it. The rounded side was fatter, easier to hold in order to offer better control to her hand; she'd seen such crude tools used by the merchant class of Eterne, and many of those even lower. It felt good in her hand, she had to admit, as if the shape belonged there. It brought a smile to her features, something that was rare and out of place.

Entering the ruins, she pushed her hair back away from her features, though it didn't take much as she kept her mane short. Red eyes took a moment to adjust to the lower light. Perhaps Sirius would enjoy the body of the bird, either to eat or simply to prize; finding him wasn't as difficult a task as finding her prey out in Drifter's Bay. She made him her destination, following a nearly-familiar path as she sought out her new leader. A break in the shadows to the side caused her to stop, teeth baring in accompaniment to a snarl. Something was there. She turned, eyes narrowing upon the form of what she expected to be some intruder; it wasn't, just the black-and-white male she saw to be some form of ranked slave. A snort escaped her.

"Sitting in the dahrknas doze not do well for the rest ahft az, boy." Of course, it didn't cross her mind that he might just want to be alone, though she would have expected that those who wished to be by themselves would find a much more secluded place to hide away. Her arms crossed, the neck of the bird still in her hand as she gazed upon him. "You don' haft somet'ing better to do than sit here ahnd stahrtle the rest?" She simply hadn't been paying attention, and it wasn't his fault, but her nature dictated she be wary of those she did not understand.

The young warrior shaman did not let her displeasure slip from her features as she gazed upon the monochrome male who was, in the eyes of the Crone, so very distasteful. She'd seen the way in which he catered to the child-wolf who was not truly a child; it seemed to her that it was the child in control. Her history in the world had shown little in the way of control of adults over those with weaker minds, and the best example of such a thing was in the way the Eternian slaves were forced to cater to the children of their served families. Despite her disgust, she was not unintelligent; Sirius had given him a place amongst their kin, and it would not be a wise decision to enact her beliefs of the absurdity of the situation.

His voice caused tension to build in the petite Crone. Fiery eyes narrowed upon him, Tlantli's jaws exposing sharpened fangs as she offered the briefest grimace. "Do not use 'maye'. Aye ahm not yours. Crone ess ayenuff. Ahdn you should find yoursalf something to do, Ahrbeetar, less you find yoursalf useless to us." Her words were, for the most part, spoken flatly and without emotion. Tlantli had no reason to expose her irritation for longer than necessary; not to him, or to anyone else who might be listening.