Her goddess had led her to this pack: Silvertip Mountain. A pack that had seen much deceit, betrayal and blood in its day. It was led by a large white she-wolf named Jinx, a warrior woman, no nonsense, strict. She had almost gotten herself killed for getting so close to her pack's land. But somehow the dark priestess survived and got herself into the ranks of Silvertip. All a part of her thread.
Now accepted by the strict woman, Mephala's follower made her way to the mountain, where her new alpha said the pack's communal cave lay. She wondered what types of wolves followed such a strong-willed and narrow-minded female.
Vectra was new still, but she wanted to do what she could to help out her new pack, seeing a dark she wolf. By the scent the female was new to these lands as well, Vectra decided she would venture closer, curious to see if this she wolf was here to assist as well. Walking up to the female she smiled warmly
"hello there, how are you?" Vectra asked the dark furred fae.
Vectra sat just a few feet away from the female, giving her reasonable space, if she was the kind of wolf that so desired it. Vectra was new, so meeting people was one of the things she needed to do. At least she thought so.
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The first subordinate of her new pack for her to meet was an interesting one, at least in fur pattern. She had a pelt of tawny, brown, tan and ginger shades, and a mask of white pierced by firey eyes. Her multicolored fur intrigued the priestess and she greeted her warmly enough. This wolf seemed nice enough. "I am fine, thank you." she said gently in return.
Her indigo eyes studied the female, not in an aggressive manner, but just curious. "You are one of my packmates, no? I was told to chase you out if you aren't." Meldresi said jokingly, already aware that this wolf was a packmate.