Although she fancied herself a warrior princess, Warlight rarely greeted a stranger with anything less than pleasant curiosity. It was a given as a working member of a Sanctuary. While no friendly, girlish smile tips up the corners of her pink lips now, there is nothing in her stance or expression which could be confused for hostility during their brief wait.
As a dusk colored stallion approaches them Will's posture remains motionless except for the gentle movement of her mane and tail in the same breeze which certainly brought him her scent. He is the picture of cool strength, and the blood-and-bone girl dips her crown of young antlers to him as he begins his introductions, before returning her steady, midnight gaze to his own.
"Welcome to Taiga," he offers them as his gaze washes across her, calculating and sterile, yet not unkind. But something in his tone, or the solidity of his stance, tells her this welcome has its limits and she makes no move to push further beyond the scent-lines.
"Thank you, Ruan." Her voice is youthful, yet sincere and level. At just shy of three she was certainly young to be leading a diplomatic mission, but this was the sort of thing she had been groomed for... and their kingdom had an entire continent to reach out to, which probably had more to do with her mothers' decision to let her go than her skill. But she isn't bothered by such thoughts, The Taigan has her full attention.
"I'm Warlight, and this is Raul," she nods, "and Clayton," another nod. "We are from The Sanctuary, formerly Hyaline but now known as The East. We were hoping to find how that The Taiga and her residents have fared after the changes, and see what kind of relationship our homes will have. And of course, answer any questions you may have about our part of the world."