Ravensblood Forest featherlight

Before the two stranger's had an opportunity to respond, their attention was drawn to the approach of another. Durnehviir turned her lovely crown to look over a crimson shoulder, champagne eyes lingering on the unfamiliar blonde features of who she assumed to be a pack-mate she'd not yet met. One of the she-wolves greeted him as he moved in to settle alongside them, then presented the loners the chance to introduce themselves.

They did just that: Thelxiope, and her rugged companion Snows. The lithe Frostfur remained quiet, ears and eyes trained on the ashen beauty as she announced her reasons for seeking an audience. When she could, the darker of the duo offered her own input, explaining vaguely how she'd come to be injured. Although Durnehviir was not a leader and had no real place to accept these newcomers into the pack, she felt they were genuine and honest enough, and with their numbers growing she was confident that they'd survive the cold season just fine.

"Our leader is Constantine," she said, "I'm sure he'd have heard your call and will be arriving soon to meet you himself." Durnehviir smiled warmly, gaze flitting between the two before lingering on the golden features of her comrade. "I'm confident that he'll be glad to assist, with Samothes' word. Ravensblood grows every day, we should be making our claim official in the near future."