Wheeling Gull Isle a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied

She was not all that far away from Aria when the call rose, so she caught up with the white-furred female while heading to the caller. She gave the other woman a small smile, and nodded a greeting. Upon arrival, she first spotted Dakarai. Faeryn shot him a smile too, glad that they seemed to get on well enough. They were not close friends, but having someone who didn't hate her was always good. Then again, it was sometimes funny to see the ones who did hate her. 

Her gaze fell upon the one who had called, and she nodded to him before glancing around at the other gathering wolves. Darn, how many of them were there? She had known there had been a considerable amount of them, but man. The gathering group were like.... large pack size. She flicked her tail somewhat anxiously, and kept her expression neutral. She was not trusting of these wolves, and perhaps that was what caused the slight raise of her tail (though it was not high enough that she would be the most dominant out of the wolves here). True, she did not like to be on the bottom, and refused to be the lowest here, but being on top was probably not a good idea here. She had no idea what to do with so many wolves. She would put in her comments and opinions if she felt the need.