Henry Monmouth found himself with a shadow being cast over him. That came as something of a surprise, as he was quiet litterally out in the middle of nowhere. And up until that moment, he had been enjoying the warm morning sun on his body. The Matrix twitched in its place around his wrist, ready to spring to its host's defense if need be. "Hello, Dingo." the source of the shadow said. Sunlight glinted off a long, silvery blonde braid that snaked around behind the source; an unusually tall woman, the voice informed Henry. She wasn't a local. If anything, that accent pegged her as an American.
"I'm sorry, Sheilah, but I don't give autographs." the former memeber of the Pack said, sitting up. Only one of his fans would refer to him by his stage name. He put his hand above his eyes to shade them from the sun, trying to get a better look at his unexpected compainion. She was stunningly beautiful, in that Scandanavian way. Dingo was slightly more fond of petite brunettes, but he certainly wouldn't have objected if this statuesque woman happened to offer.
The woman smiled a smile that struck a familiar cord in Dingo's memory. "You don't remember me at all, do you?" she said with a soft laugh that set her womanly assets moving in new and facinating ways. "Let me refresh your memory. The last time you saw me I was about yeah high..." she held her hand to where her waist was, "and my hair was in pigtails."
"Brunhilde! Brunhilde Olafsen.... my god girl, you've grown." Dingo stood up, brushing the sand off his ass before reaching out to shake the woman's hand, giving her a wide grin. She was easily his height now, if not taller. She'd been naught more than a school girl when he'd last seen her, cheerfully trailing after her big brother...
Dingo's grin faultered a bit. "I suppose you're here looking for Boris." he said softly. "I'm not sure I can offer much help in that respect..."
Brunhilde put a long finger to Dingo's lips, giving him a decidedly preditory grin. "My wayward brother is of no interest to me at the moment." she said. "In fact... I'm more interested in taking his place on the team."
Dingo sighed. He'd been a little afraid of this. Ever since he'd started going out in public again, doing the "super hero shtick" as Fox liked to call it, people had been asking to join his team. He hated having to tell them no... just like he was about to tell this woman. She might have the build of an amazon, but Boris' sister or not, she just wouldn't be able to handle it. "You're puttin' me in a tough spot, girl. I'm not lookin' to reform the Pack."
"But I am." Brunhilde said. "And you can be in on it or not. But I'd like it if you'd be a part of things. Please, Dingo?" She batted a pair of pale blue eyes at him, somehow managing to look like a little girl who was having her puppy taken away from her.
Dingo sighed in defeat, holding up his hands and turning away. "I'll think about it."
Behind him. Brunhilde grinned in triumph. "I've already got a few people in mind for the other positions. We can look over their dossiers tonight, if you want."