A set of dark eyes squinted in the daylight. Edgar hated the sunlight, among other things. But he really truly hated the sun rays. They hurt his eyes. It was as if the lens of them burned and sizzled above the great life giver. But for a wolf such as him it was to be expected. Afterall he had the appearance of a rat. But, he was supposed to be here. His Queen had commanded him to look for others. And so that's what he was now doing. The only problem was he hadn't run into another soul for a many a stretch of land.

A set of dark eyes squinted in the daylight. Edgar hated the sunlight, among other things. But he really truly hated the sun rays. They hurt his eyes. It was as if the lens of them burned and sizzled above the great life giver. But for a wolf such as him it was to be expected. Afterall he had the appearance of a rat. But, he was supposed to be here. His Queen had commanded him to look for others. And so that's what he was now doing. The only problem was he hadn't run into another soul for a many a stretch of land.

Edgar halted, had it been a mirage, just his diluted mind showing him what might have been? or was there really someone there? He blinked and crept closer, his ratton ears flanking down against his skull as his nose twitched back and forther, those stray strands of fur that looked like whiskers flickering as well. "Hhellooooo," he called out hoarsely, his vocals having been shot long ago.

Her dark eyes scanned the barren lands, her own body appearing as nothing more than several dark points in a sea of sand dunes. Someone was there. She continued to whiff in the scent, exhaling in customary fashion so as not to lose the trail. She turned her body slowly, not so much as a squint present as she scanned the surrounding earth against the sun's harsh rays. Then she heard it. Her ears rolled forward to recieve the sound: one raspy voice in a chorus of winds. She stood for a moment, contemplating revealing her whereabouts to this other. Soon, she had made him with her eyes, and could see little thread. He looked meager and sickly, especially for his lack of fur in several places. Could this be a henchmen, simply out to distract her? She did not know. She took several steps forward, in the direction of the other, but kept her body a good distance away. "What is it that you want?" She called out in a gruff, yet alluring voice, her body standing tall and strong in the sands.

"Forrrrrgive me forrrr being frrrrrank," he said, hissing out everyhard word of every letter, "But you issss what I want." He moved closer, duking his head down low and keeping his furless tail in between his legs. "I beeeen looking forrrrrr someoooone for quite sooome tiiime."

She kept four legs firmly planted, her eyes the only thing that moved as he spoke. When he moved closer, she could see that he meant her no harm, or so he was portraying, but she was still suspicious. She had learned by living in these empty lands that no one should be trusted, no matter how weak and benevolent they seemed. "And for what do you want me?" She asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice, though it was well masked with disinterest.

"Not rrrrrrreally me, but my quueeeeeen," he hissed, now moving all the way up to her, but he was a runt, a clear adult by the way he looked but in size wise he was only a little bigger then a mere pup. He craned his neck up to talk to her. "We're rrrrrecruitiiing you ssssssee."

"Oh, I see." She said, somewhat sarcastically. She took a few steps around him, inspecting his odd appearance. "You must be mistaken. I am not a runt like you."

He chuckled, his laugh sounded deranged. Like someone who had been mad so long they've taken it to be sanity. "I am only a messsssssanger," he explained, craning his head towards the southern horizon. "It's a loooooovely laaaaand, you'll rrrrrreally like itt."

Her eyes never left his form, no matter how many times he looked elsewhere; nor no matter how many times he spoke of his lands or his queen. Clearly, he wasn't worth anyone's trust, especially if he was sent this far into the sands to find someone. "Sorry," she started, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I don't bow down to queens I haven't met."

"You wiiiiiill to this one," he said now turning and backing up slightly, more towards her as a darker figure began to approach. "Here she coooomes noooow."

To his last comment, she felt a small shiver of intuition run up her spine. Something was amiss. Nobody told Ziva who to bow down to, yet this rat of a wolf thought he could. She would have taken his throat apart right then and there had it not been for the sighting of another dark figure on the horizon. Too late to blend in with the sand and recon now. She let her eyes leave the ratty one, and focus solely on this queen of his.

"Shee'ssss really quite niiiiice, you knoooow," Edgar said simply before he let himself go into a small bow upon the female alpahas approaching. - - "Edgar," Lilith said simply in one line of greating. "I see you've found a friend." She turned her head to look at the other female and let a small smile shift to her maw. "And who might you be?"

She had turned all attention to this approaching female, not so much as acknowledging her small quip about 'finding a friend'. She studied the dark form, unsure of what to take from her scent. She smelled only of mystery, and so Ziva didn't let her guard down. "Who is asking?" She asked, still keeping a dominant stance about her. Queen or not, this other WAS in Ziva's family training lands.

Edgar again chuckled madly, it was rare that anyone would ever talk to the Queen like that. But upon seeing the glare Lilith sent him he instantly stopped. -- "Forgive me," she said, the words come out like the sweetest honey. Her voice sounded so pleasurable no matter what she said. "My name is Lilith, I am the Queen of the southern lands, Gomorrah. Perhaps you've heard of us?"

"I have not." She answered simply, her eyes ticking to the rat wolf, then back to his queen. It was uncommon for Ziva to be unaware of a packland, especially given her training. A virtual killing machine, built to detect and destroy any and everything that may be against her loyalties. "Your friend there, he is most annoying." She added with an artful sweep of her eyes back to him again. Finally, she settled into the formalities, readjusting her stance once again. "I am Ziva, one of many weapons of these desert lands."

Edgar suddenly let out a squeak at that, whether it be of angry or surprise one could not be certain, but soon he slinked into the shadows of the nearby bushes, though his eyes could be seen still watching them. - Lilith chuckled lightly, "Yes, I'm afraid he is." She shifted her weight and stepped closer, examining the other female opening. "Mmm yes, lithe body, tough pelt, strong muscles, and what, if I may be so frank, pack do you hail from, Ziva, one of the weapons of the desert lands?"

"The pack of Moussad." She said, again simply answering questions. "Perhaps you have heard of us, yes?"

"Can't say that I have, but I will cut the formalities. As I'm sure my dimwitted entourage has told you," she stepped closer, "We are in need of new blood."

As she stepped closer, Ziva instinctively raised herself, but kept a close guard on vital spots. It was easy to see that she was trained for all sorts of devious, top-secret missions. "And you wish for me to join you." She finished the other's sentence with a small smirk. "I'm not sure I can do that, Lilith. I do not take orders from those not worthy to have me."

If Lilith wanted to she cold kill this brute right then and there, she was bigger, sleeker with the lithe of her body counterpaning her size to make for agility as well as strength. It was in her bloodline to kill and main and terrorize. But this was not a day to kill. "My dear wolf, if you are challenging me you need not. If I wasn't asking you to join I would have already slit your throat with one movement of my head, as...you're standing in the way of the sun's rays."

"I see." She said simply. She didn't believe it for a moment. Ziva's size may have been slightly lesser to Lilith's, but her strength and agility were at their peak. She trained constantly, and she was a praised member of Moussad. If she hadn't been, she would have been killed or outcasted long ago. "Perhaps," she began, the sun catching a dangerous glint in her eye. "it is you who are blocking my sun's rays."

Lilith smiled daintly, her tail swishing back and forth. She wasn't surprised by that comment. Most who held some type of physical power weren't that quick in the wits department. "Considering the sun is," she nodded her head behind Ziva, "in that direction and your form is casting shadows on my form, well then it musn't be any other way but my way."

Ziva's features were graced with a small, knowing smile. Lilith had automatically assumed that she was playing off the idea that a shadow was cast upon her fur. Of course, she had meant something much more intelligent than that. She cocked her head slightly to one side as she responded. "Oh, really? Is it not true, Lilith, that the sun's rays are also blocked by your form? Surely, everything has a shadow, and you cast one as well... no matter where you stand, you block the sun's rays from landing upon my lands, and thus block them regardless."

"The subject in question was the warmth of my body, I've no concern for your lands. My own shadow prohibits my backside maybe," she stepped closer now a few inches away from the other maw, "Perhaps I should come back at night. All of your lands will be in my shadow then."

She stood for a moment, taking the other's stare head-on without a flinch. "To say they would be in your shadow is to say that you are the clouds that blanket the skies at night." She pulled back, then took several steps to her left, still watching Lilith. "Your lands, do they mean as much to Edgar as they do to you?"

"No," she simply, solidly, "I am only speaking of the fact that at night shadows are intermingled into one solitary blanket. Whose to say they are mine? Whose to say they are yours? Who CAN say when everything is connected." At the next statement she made a small clucking noise as her tongue hit the roof her maw. "Edgar understands little, so I have no bearing on what anything means to him anymore. His belly is fed and he is taken care of. I do not think the dirt beneath his paws matter to him. However if you are generalizing him of my people, then yes, we all care for the place we call home."

"You are good with your words." She said, her hardened face finally breaking once again into a small, sly smile. "If all of your pack is as you are, with the exception of your scape goat, I should like it there." Her eyes ticked to the hiding form in the brush, curious as to what might be wrong with the rat wolf. Regardless, he did look fed, which was a sign of a prosperous pack. The alpha wasn't a bimbling idiot, either, which showed more promise. Ziva had caught a small flaw in the other's speech, but if they were that desperate for members, she should have no trouble bonding with this alpha and aiding to make them inpenetrable. "If I go with you, what do you offer?"

: Lilth turned her head just as Edgar stepped out at the mention of his name, but quickly ducked back into the bushes. -- "It comes with many hardships," she said simply, and it was true that was where the wisdom had been aquired. "Edgar is no scape goat, he's a recruiter. Albiet a poor one, but I've no want to throw him out. Besides I think the job keeps him from complete insanity." At the question she smiled brightly, "Everything you desire. You see my people we are, well," she would answer honestly, there is no reason not to. "We believe in the revelment of our sins."

Ziva watched her curiously. A pack devoted to revelling in the sins of the world? She wasn't sure about that. On the one hand, she was in a line of work that required what some would call sinning, but on the other she was solid in her beliefs... but if it was an accepting environment, it might make for an easier workspace. "I see. I will join you, then, Lilith." She said simply, stepping forward to take stride with the alpha. She wanted to see these new lands.

"It is a pleasure, young warrior. I'm sure you will find everything to your liking," she said with a qauint little smile. "I'm even in need of a general if you are interested. Are you interested Ziva?"

At the sound of general, her ears perked immediately. She was, afterall, highly skilled and trained in the ways of war. Was she not trained to kill in every way imaginable? And to strategize and create endless mind games and traps for her enemies as well? This was the ticket she had been looking for. "I am very interested."