Dragoncrest Cliffs in a circle there they stand

Although Wildfire listened—the twitch of her large ears gave her away—she did not deign to speak until they reached the area she perceived as the territory's outskirts. Her fellows had already begun lying down scent marks and they were a little more faded by the time she drew to a stop. Still maintaining her posture, she swiveled to face the darker she-wolf more fully, then nodded as if to herself.

"I'm Wildfire, the Bandrona of Drageda," she introduced, "and Thuringwethil's mate. You say you want to join us but you should know that we've recently lost our home. Sleeping Dragon became too dangerous." She bobbed her head again, as if to acknowledge the other woman's earlier words about the angry volcano. "We're establishing ourselves here," she continued, looking around with a sort of blank expression on her face before facing forward again. "You never said who you were."