Morningside Cuesta Surviving can be the worst kind of pain

Paws stepped softly as the brunette male walked along the borders, a habit the male found even now when life was good, hard to break. His unkept tail swished behind him as he strolled onward, leathery nostrils flaring as he scented the warm breeze that swept through the land, occasionally toying with his mixed brown pelt, but also bringing with it an aroma that caused his head to lift with curiosity. His golden gaze peered in the direction the unknown smell seemed to be coming from and without hesitation, Sylvas began to swiftly make his way in their direction, the mercenary's attention now solely on this new arrival.

A frown furrowed across the male's brows as he began to increase his pace, eyes squinting some as he peered over the Cuesta, eventually spotting the outline of two figures up ahead of him, gradually coming more into view as he beelined straight toward the pair. Ears swiveled atop his head as he listened to the sound of the stranger's voice as he approached and though some of her words were inaudible to the male, he'd managed to pick up enough to know why she was here at their borders. 

Sylvas' golden eyes observed the pregnant stranger that was currently slumped upon the ground for a moment, his light pink tongue escaping his mouth as he licked at his muzzle thoughtfully. The bulky leader quietly stood, considering the woman's exhausted plea as his bright gaze averted away from the patch-work woman and slowly to Sunspot, ”If she remains in this state, she will be of no use to anyone.” He stated, a singular ear twitching as he stepped closer to the she-wolf, ”Asking for our help, a place within our ranks, you will first need rest, especially if you wish to be of any use to us.” He said gruffly as he peered down to the woman, ”..but mostly, to be of any use to your future young.” He added as he briefly glanced to her stomach, ”Do you have a name?” Sylvas questioned.