Ankyra Sound rule number four, gotta be lookin' pure

When an unfamiliar voice rose from the borders, Nyx paused to listen quietly. Her ears pricked forward and she rose her proud head, curiosity causing her to raise a limb and move to proceed toward the direction the howl had come from, but hesitated for a fleeting moment. Her last encounter with a stranger alongside her pack-mates had been... well, interesting, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to be involved in an ass-kicking once more.

Reminding herself that if she wished to fit in and play her part, the tawny wolfess cast her uncertainty aside and pressed onward across the frozen sand. Upon her arrival she fixed her vivid eyes to the ghostly form of an unfamiliar male and, as she drew close enough to get a better look, took in his ragged appearance. Ashen fur stuck out in all directions, unkempt and wild, though he was powerfully built despite being beyond his prime. Nyx drew up alongside him and, with a sideward glance to acknowledge him, turned her raven-tipped crown to look upon the tawny stranger with her classic resting bitch face.

She remained silent, sure that her comrade had already addressed the newcomer already, and took the opportunity to study her with judgemental yellow eyes while they awaited her response.