Night seemed like it was the only time anyone in the Packlands were up. At least, in Hawthorne. From her recent scouting of the land, she'd only sensed movement when the moon lit the onyx sky. This was something that Revna didn't mind at all. She'd heard that these lands inhibited creatures of darkness like herself. While she may not look like it, ivory coat calling her presence in the night, Revna was exactly like them. Cold, ruthless, and intelligent. She knew when to stalk her prey, which battles to fight, and who would be easy targets. Her taste for blood had been growing recently, and the scent of other Vampires had caused her to end up on the borders of these new lands. It hadn't been long since Revna had arrived, and while she could thrive on her own, she'd much rather be in a pack with others like herslf. Lucaya and Nibris. The Queen and King of said lands. Would either of them be the ones to greet her and accept her into the pack, or would it be another soul coming to say hello?

The woman lifted her muzzle to the night sky, calling out to the pack before her. It probably wouldn't be a good idea for her just to barge over the borders. Her rose gaze stared blankly in front of her as she finished her call, taking a seat directly on the border. The scar on her eye slightly twitched, as did her blinded eye. Immediate flashbacks of the reason she got the scar flashed in her mind. It had been a dark battle between her old pack and their rival. Some bastard named Janus had marked her for good after she had him in a death grip. He'd scurried away after he'd raked his claws across her eye, leaving her bloodied and in pain. As death raged around her, she stood holding back tears. That was the first time she had ever showed emotion on the battlefield. Ever shown an ounce of fear, of pain, of exhasution. And Revna vowed that she would never show that side of her in the midst of a battle again.

Snapping back to reality, Revna continued to stare blankly ahead until she heard a twig snap somwhere ahead of her. Someone had finally come to great her. Standing up, the woman waited for the soul to show themselves before she started in her greeting. "Hello. I am Revna. A trainer of soldiers back in my homeland. I've recently arrived to these lands and seek a home." She spoke, giving the soul greeting her a forced smile. "I heard vampires run these lands and figured I'd fit right in as a Vampire myself." She finished the greeting, taking a moment for a breath. A part of her slightly worried that she wouldn't be accepted into the pack, but at the same time she wasn't going to let any emotions show. No one would be able to see that side of her unless they were close with her. And with the brick walls she'd built so soundly around her heart, that would be nearly impossible to do. Whoever it would be, they would need to truly love her for her.. maybe sadistic ways in battle. But the woman was a good fighter, an excellent soldier. She'd make a fine addition to a pack.