Sleeping Dragon It's top shelf, man. It's top shelf.

Accepting newcomers was not her responsibility, she knew, but she was close to the borders when the call went up and the Bandrona decided she could probably save Thuringwethil some time by vetting the caller first. Besides, it was part of her job description to represent the pack, which included at their own borders. Moving at a steady clip, the yearling closed the distance between herself and a she-wolf with creamy fur and butterscotch points.

"Hi there," she greeted, a little out of breath. She was smaller than the stranger but she kept her head and tail hitched upward in a show of confidence that was almost entirely genuine. Wildfire had by now settled into Sleeping Dragon and even her leadership role, for the most part. "How can I help you?"