Jazz's days were simple as she adjusted to the role of pack wolf once again. Thankfully, the Hollow was a quiet place and she was making decent use of her time just by covering ground around the territory when she had nothing else specific to do. Usually she patrolled, though, so it was doing this that she was able to maximize the mileage put underneath her paws because doing that helped her learn the territory too.

It was different from the home she'd known before, but she was learning it was a good place too.. especially now that she was beginning to put some weight back on her bones -- weight that wintertime homelessness had stripped from her. But even that was a slow and steady process and she still felt like her stamina was far away from what it had been before she'd been run off from home. However, she'd get back there one day.

She hadn't been planning on socializing, but was in the area when the barks caught her ear. An unknown voice -- Shikoba, apparently -- called out. Jazz hesitated a beat before changing her path to go that way. She knew she had to get acquainted sooner or later and turned her paws accordingly.

The silver female approached as casually as she could. Her posture hung lax but she was a little nervous to tentatively feel out packmate bonds beyond what she had with her sister. "Hi," she greeted not long after she came into view of the one that had called. Jazz hoped she was a suitable someone for her to meet. "I'm Jazz," she introduced while she pulled up to the female perched upon the rock.

When her voice quieted down a few notches, Jazz's ears pressed forward even further."Oh," she murmured, then let her ears droop to show her sympathy for the female with no surviving family. Jazz liked to believe she knew what it was like, since she had once thought they were all dead for a while.. but thankfully they weren't entirely eradicated. Still, it did seem to her like Shikoba handled it fairly well with all things considered. Jazz wasn't sure what else to say about that, since just an 'I'm sorry' seemed like it didn't begin to cover it. It certainly would not have made her feel any better about such loss, and whined very softly before she spoke on.

"Oh, yeah.. her being here does make me happy. I joined because of her, but I do like it so far so I'm really glad I did. How about you?" the silver female returned, if Shikoba had been here long enough to make a real decision on the matter, that was.

Jazz couldn't help but agree readily. Pack was what was best for her. It was what she had always known and her brief stay as a loner taught her very clearly that it was a not a lifestyle she was suiting to leading all by herself. While she liked the traveling aspect, the loneliness and the difficulties that one wolf could encounter were enough to drag her down significantly. "It is," she agreed with a firm nod.

Speaking of the pack reminded her of what she planned to do with herself to better the pack as a whole. "I'm thinking about working more on being a guardian for the pack.. and maybe eventually once spring comes, I might see if I'd make a good scout," she explained, feeling kind of wordy suddenly and hoped Shikoba wouldn't mind (and would get all of her words). "Do you want to go patrol with me?" she offered suddenly with all of that in mind now, because perhaps Shikoba would be interested in the same sorts of goals -- even if not for the trade title specifically, but for the pack.

Jazz was probably bound to head to the borders sooner or later, with or without Shikoba. Besides, if the native female did not want to go, there was always Root she could try to get to go with her, but it seemed there would be no need for that right now. Shikoba answered affirmatively and Jazz's tail waved merrily.

Since it was her lead, the silvered female paused to consider where to take them for a beat and once she decided, she swung her muzzle that way. Knowing Shikoba would follow her, she set out purposefully.