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Pushing along the shoreline, the young wolf traveled south towards the claimed area of Phoenix Valley. After traveling over the mountain in the company of the four D’Angelos, Azalea had come across the skull marked borders of Inferni rather quickly. They had sought an area to settle, and were quick to wandered further south upon the realization that that area near the bay had already been claimed. While the others stayed behind at the base of the mountain, the dark girl pushed herself much further than she needed to go. If one pack (or clan, rather) was so close by, they needed to know whether or not another had taken root elsewhere. It was good to have some sense of their surroundings.[/html]
It didn’t take long for Azalea to pick up on hints that she was nearing another claimed area. The scent began to reach her before she reached the clearly marked border of Phoenix Valley. Luckily, the pack was quite far from where Zale had originally left behind the D’Angelos. They would be alright to go ahead and establish themselves according to plan. With a light sneer, the girl turned back to deliver the news to the girls. It seemed as if they had found a place well enough to suit them. Perhaps this would even develop into something permanent.
Though the girl pushed herself, paws propelling her lithe lupus frame forward, it was obvious that Azalea had been expected to arrive earlier. She had gone much further south than they had originally planned, but at least she would come back with results. Gold eyes easily picked out Naniko from the small band of Luperci that had gathered, and Azalea was quick to step to her place at the white woman’s side without so much as a glance at anyone’s direction. As far as Azalea was concerned, these other people didn’t really matter in the scheme of things. They were merely pawns in establishing her pack.
"Always so regal," she sneered at Naniko, noting the way the wolves had gathered around the aged woman somewhat similar to spokes on a wheel. Not waiting for a response, Zale informed of her trip, "Many miles separate us from the closest pack south," though this was meant to be directed at Naniko. Only then did she finally let her eyes wander the unfamiliar faces gathered, though she was not entirely impressed. Rather, the young wolf remained rather apathetic about those who were to become her pack mates.