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Alyssum gave an exasperated look right back, albiet it was more playful as to not disrepesct the alpha. While she could agree with some that some of Inferni's behaviors were strange, she could never speak out against them. The skulls were a custom that was taught and accepted--it was not like the coyotes ran around the Waste and speared any passerby that wasn"t their kin. Or, at least Gabriel did not allow such foolishness during her short time in the clan. The woman knew that, deep down, some small part of her would probably think fondly of Inferni despite where her loyalities now rested and what colors she wore. In her mind, there would always be a bit of fire and brimstone.
She repressed a smile, wanting to appear formal, as two figures approached from afar. As they came closer, she felt a little crestfallen as neither coyote seemed familiar to her, though the male did hold some resemblance to her old Aquila and wondered if he was a close relative to the de le Poer man. She then realized that she had half-hoped to see someone she knew, but after a moment of repriming herself, decided that it was for the best. She still held the fear that some members would label her for treason if they were to find out about her past membership, and was not too keen to wave the information around.
While the man's stiffness was, frankly, expected of the clan, the woman's bright smile was a welcomed surprise to her. Thus, the hybrid could not help but to spread her lips as well as their eyes met and returned the gesture to her. She was silent as some words were exchanged, and when she was addressed, gave a small bow of her head towards Myrika and murmured, "Greetings, Aquila." The title felt bittersweet upon her tongue like soured honey. She was so used to seeing Jazper as her sovereign that now being in the presence of what could have been pricked her like a thorn on her finger. Yet, she felt no regrets, and kept a calm and polite face as the conversation went on.
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