The Daystar does not get far, not alone. There is a shadow on the rise, solar gold eyes that peer through the darkness of the night — she brightens for a second; ears perking and tail wavering — Amaris, she wanted to say, but as her eyes fixate on the wolf, she knows its not him. There was no way her twin had gotten ahead of her without her knowing; it was more a hopeful wish than a fact.

'Hail.' The stranger's voice met her, and she stopped in her place, lunar eyes studying his small, thin frame. 'Pharaoh?' She thought curiously, though when put beside 'Queen', she assumed it was just another word for 'leader', just like her mothers had 'Augur' and 'Priestess'. However, she wondered what the meaning behind it meant. There was information with every word the stranger — no, Setemhotep gave, though she was confused by most of it; Aelia did her best to take note of it. Her eyes want to part from him, to look around, chart what is around her so she knows where to leave from, yet she is not yet trusting enough of this new wolf to let her focus divert.

Nice to meet you, Sep-...Setem...hotep, She struggled briefly with the pronunciation, a name unlike any other she'd said before, I'm Aelia Callosum, a spiritwalker from Elysium. With this, the Daystar straightened herself underneath the waning crescent moonlight, the golden length of her fur muted by it. You'll have to forgive me, I'm not from around here, and I don't mean to intrude. She felt ignorant for not knowing half of what he was speaking about — she understood that she was approaching a band of wolves' camp, somewhere she'd not intrude any further on if he wanted to ward her away, yet the rest, the titles, her brain worked on unraveling. I'm not quite sure I know what a 'Pharaoh' is, nor a 'sesh'. Is it like a king and...? Alright, the last one, she had no clue. Maybe, like, an heir? The white dots above her eyes furrow in confusion, head tilting to the side, hoping he'd fill in the blanks for her.