Pillars do not take lean form too far north, knowing of the herd that lay beyond the reaches of the Grey’s influence. The Foothills. Lakota would not tread on their lands without proper incentive, for why would she wish to? She smelt strangely, collecting the smell of the Grey that was not quite the scent of an Outcast. It was far too dangerous to impose on herd borders alone, though Lakota cared little for these things. As a mercenary she cared only for alliances, for fighting, for building up a strong and well-rounded group that was knit closer than family. For she was no fool, and despite being rather sociopathic and violent, valued the bonds she held with various members of the Grey and her own family. You needed to know your brethren almost intimately, for your life could be on their shoulders in battle and they could compliment your weaknesses. Lakota did not like it, but she knew that someday she would need the other members. Until that day however, she would roam on her own and take on duties that were not necessarily hers. Which is why Lakota stalked through uncharted territory on her own, trusting in her own abilities to protect herself without the help of others. Being around people made her skin itch uncomfortably at times, and it only left when she had some time to herself where her mind could relax.

Cold stare caught movement quickly as two forms, seemingly melded into one sole body, split apart into separate elements that came at her on different sides. Dark smirk twisted her lips in an unfavorable way, greeting them with what seemed more of a snarl than a smile. Perhaps it was a bit of both. Sinful chuckles and mischievous, ill-meaning looks did not scare her. Merely make her insatiably curious. Did they truly hail from a land such as the Foothills? Only once they had advanced enough did lips part to allow speech that was smooth as silk and as dark as the shadows of night. ”Hello there, darlings. Beautiful day, hm?” Forcing herself not to add a challenge in her words. She may love a good fight, but it was useless to start one when these two, clearly twins of some sort and inclined towards darkness to boot, could be allies of a sort. Interest flickered in her eyes, showing she would hold back for the time being. Lakota was curious, though her posture spoke that she was not fully relaxed. She would allow them to come closer, for they intrigued her. But if they dared to mess with her, she would not be patient for long. Which would really be a shame, because they seemed quite like her despite being from the Foothills. Takes one to know one, she supposed.

[[Sooo late. You can throw tomatoes at me.]]