After some idle chatter with the leaders, Skye had taken to observing the feast. That was, until she felt a tap on her shoulder, so light that it seemed like it was a ghost, rather than a canine, who had tapped her. She turned around to see a leader she had seen during the feast; he was tall, taller than her by several feet, although not as tall as Shawchert had been. Neither his size nor his build intimidated her; rather, she stood tall and dominant, her ears erect and her tail held high. She noticed that his black coat was covered by clothes, and he had a long sword strapped to his back. She herself had worn nothing save her leather belt which held her dagger; smaller than the impressive sword that this man donned, but quicker, she thought.
The next thing she noticed was the scent; he smelled of the pack that had taken to residing next to her own, and she recognized him finally as the leader of Casa di Cavalieri, the pack that Juliet had been taken to by Orin. She looked him in the eye, and saw a seemingly apologetic and solemn gaze in his own. She then listened as he began to explain the situation with Juliet.
She had already known of Juliet - how could she not? She was a member of her own pack. The white alphess felt slight irritation at the assumption that she would not know what happened within Cercatori d'Arte; she felt irritation at the situation in general. She was upset that Orin did not feel that Juliet was safe in Cercatori d'Arte; she did not stop her from sending Juliet to the warrior pack neighboring theirs, however. It was the same feeling that she got when Shawchert left the pack - she was sad, disappointed, yes, but she did not prevent her members from exercising their will to a reasonable extent.
"I am aware of this," she said coolly to the black leader. She stood in thought for a second, and then continued, more warmth in her voice, and more hospitality in her gaze. "Thank you for sharing this with me, however - I am grateful to you for allowing her to stay within your borders. It is a sad situation, one that I wish could have been prevented." It was sad to her - immensely so, and that feeling of sympathy for the girl Juliet was greater than her own pride as a leader; as long as Juliet felt save with Enzo, who seemed to be the black leader's son, then she was more than content to allow her to stay.
"Your son is very brave," she remarked. She recalled the story of what had happened to Juliet and Enzo's part in it was not miniscule. One man could not save a pack from the horrors of the outside world, however, and Skye more than anything knew this. However, she waited for his reply, and did not interrupt if he did speak.
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