Across the river, through the plains, and into the border of Kamari. That's where they stood now, on the fringe of the pack land that flourished amidst destruction. The journey had been a strange one, made under the cover of night. Constantly Irirangi and Alya argued over control, one wanting to push their body to the fullest while the other desired slow travel that conserved their strength.

Having to share her body with such as stubborn ghost was hell for Iri. Alya and herself had always been at odds, but this was ridiculous! Her thoughts were no longer sacred, safe inside her mind. And her body was no longer hers to control. It wasn't fair! Alya seemed to have no sense of fatigue or pain. Where as every step further caused her muscles to ache, her heart to pound, and her breathing to quick, the ghost was oblivious to it all. Irirangi wanted rest. Alya wanted only to push on.

Now that they had finally reached the outskirts of Kamari, things finally seemed to be going Iri's way though. They'd halted, daring to go no further than they had. Though her manners were gruff, the Maned femme had always observed pack etiquette. It ensured she walked away with her life. Alya, on the other hand, was highly professional. Though she demanded respect she knew when she must repay the favor. The pair were to not get off to a bad start with the Haishin alpha. Zahir needed an alliance, and Alya needed to come to terms with the land of her death. Should their howl be met with Ardemu, it was already resolved that that brute was as good as dead. If another currently ruled the loner lands, they would tell Alya's story and demand assistance. Zahir would never fall to rogues again.

Throwing their head back, the pair let out a haunting melody in Iri's voice. "We've come to meet the Haishin alpha. Should he welcome us, we bring news of Zahir." They then settled onto their haunches, prepared for a long wait. All the while they gazed into the territory, silver optics both seeing and unseeing. On one hand, they observed the slowly healing land and scanned for any signs of an approach. On the other, Alya's memories of the last time she'd been here flashed rapidly through her mind. Kamari was where she was sentenced to death. Kamari was where they'd lost Ithyph. Kamari was where they would hope for a strong alliance. Kamari was where Alya would set in motion her plans for revenge.

'Must you think so darkly? We're here for an alliance. Your personal vendettas are not on the agenda.' Iri's thoughts were clipped as she failed to keep in her annoyance. By now she was sick of it. Alya seemed to have a one track mind, the majority of the evening's thoughts taken up by her plans for destroying Ardemu. What Alya thought next was enough to quell the annoyance of the Maned fae, however, at least for a little while. 'Calm down, puppet. It is Ardemu's life that still ties me to this land. We will not rest until his blood is spilled. Only then shall we have peace.'