Ash
Ash was watching horizon, ignoring how the sun began to make her coat heavy with uncomfortable heat. Her eyes were wide, enough to drink in the beautiful sight of the world before her.
The water was alight with the morning sun, the reflection making it much much more brighter so that she had to squint now. The sudden brightness just made it all the more beautiful, if only a bit painful to witness. It was a beautiful sight, indeed, if only Ash had the ability to properly comprehend it and enjoy it like the common wolf. This sight before her, was only a brief beauty that could hardly be compared to her precious immortal jewels she loved so much. It was the lasting Beauty in this world that she loved so much. For the short and dying beauty of life held only pain, and strife for her.
The time of when the world was painted in the color of the sun at dawn, was gone quickly and with it Ash's attention toward it. She looked down to her paw and began to groom herself exactly like a cat. Linking her paw to comb the fur behind her ears, then licking the knots she had accumulated through the night into submission. It was an important morning routine for Ash, as she always felt better looking her best when dodging danger. And what if she were die? Well, at least she'd die looking her best. The better to meet the gods.
It was when she was nearly done with her morning routine of cleanliness that she heard someone speak. And it wasn't one of the Dimitrois guards she was traveling with. Unease made her scowl, which she normally tried not do as it was bad for her face, but she did it anyway. Turning to look back at the unknown speaker, she moved her paw and the earth beneath her rose up several feet to increase the distance between her and the stranger. It also added another advantage. It made her look down her nose at the stranger. Literally.
"Greets Dimitrios pack member, are you alone? My name is Tate, yours is?" Ash raised a brow, and a small smile formed on her lips all the while thinking, A name too good pass through your lips.
She wanted to speak her mind, but it would terrible manners, especially when the stranger, Tate, had politely told her. Well.... making it so that Tate had to look up at her wasn't so polite, but in this world, when wars were being fought?
"Why, hello." Her accent made it so that the 'e' sounded like an 'a' and the 'o' was a bit stretched. It wasn't really a Dimitrois thing, but it was an 'Ash' thing. "My name is Ash; what do you want?" So much for being polite.
She didn't answer the question about her being alone. Which she wasn't, but she didn't feel like spoiling this morning with bloodshed, which is what would happen if she were to alert her guards/soldiers about it.