She turned at the sound of his husky voice and eyed her patrol partner for the first time, ignoring his question in favour of taking a moment to inspect him up and down. His colouring was almost exactly the same as hers, apart from the white stained his face and the red was held in his eyes. He was also quite a bit taller than the banshee; she wasn’t that small after all and her brows rose as she nodded appreciatively to his well-toned build. Not bad. He sported some impressive looking scars too and she wondered what stories were behind those; what kind of souls had he met? Perhaps some fanciful characters if he had such thrilling scars, unless he was a klutz who fell over his own wings and feet. Which she doubted given his athletic body; why was he so muscular? Apart from to be a general distraction to those with appreciative eyes, like Ghost, who approved greatly of his robust look. Not that her approval mattered anyway, but she liked to give these new family members she had a once over. That way she could spot them from a distance, or at least, that's what she told herself.

"No" she finally replied to his question and dragged her gaze away from his handsome body with a sigh and a shrug. "Quite boring really" Ghost had never been on patrol before, she’d only ever watched over her own borders, although she didn’t know what to expect, the banshee had wanted more than just a jaunt over to the Veins. She had nearly fallen into the lava getting here after all.

Fantôme was slowly making his way towards the dark male, carefully padding forwards, his beady eyes trying to sniff out the scents on his coat. Ghost watched him for a moment before returning back to her patrol partner with a curious gaze. "You seen anything?" she asked, Ghost liked to pride herself on her perceptions, but the passing seasons had taught her she wasn’t all knowing and that arrogance in her own ability got her into trouble. So she asked more and presumed less.

Finally, she shifted her wings into a more comfortable position and, after a few more moments, introduced herself "I’m Ghost, new to the Dragons Throat… The wolf is Fantôme" she nodded to the still-investigating shaggy thing, who stopped suddenly at the mention of his name and looked gingerly up at the red eyed stallion as if he’d just been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

Ghost fell silent, propping up one back hoof and looked around for any others.