The bear of a wolf moved slowly through the forest, scoping her new lands. She smiled gently in the light rain, a breeze slightly shifting her pelt. The new location felt as if it fit her reformed personality perfectly, whereas Blackfoot Forest seemed to have brought out her darker side. Hawkeye sniffed the humid air with her wet, black nose. Her key-lime eyes flicked to the left, and far-off, she saw movement from a black and silvery wolf. A low growl formed in her throat. The midnight wolf moved forward with determination.

A dozen yards off she stopped and spoke with a light but harsh tone. "What are you doing on my lands, male?" Hawkeye noted that they were the same size, and that his eyes were a brilliant, icy blue.

The male replied with a defensive edge to his voice. He seems to be controlling himself, she thought calmly. It was an admirable trait, but not one she was interested at the moment. She wanted him off of her land; he did not belong here.

"My pack has newly claimed these lands." The raven-colored wolf said with the same defensive tone as he. "And I do no sneak. Sneaking is for the weak." She stood there, solidly, as if expecting him to part ways. This land belonged to her and her pack, and there was no arguing that fact.

The opposing male showed submission to Hawkeye, something that slightly took her aback; she was still not used to the role of Alpha yet, though she did not show this outwardly. She nodded to the wolf and sat before speaking. "Yes, I am the Alpha. My name is Hawkeye. And yours?" She peered into the male's icy blue eyes and felt a twinge. He seemed as if he was sad and lonely, but it was not something that Hawkeye would assume or voice aloud.

The black wolf licked her nose as a slight wind blew by and awaited his response, inspecting his curious black, silver, and burgundy-colored fur. He was a handsome wolf, and his size and temperament made her think of a calm-minded fighter.

Hawkeye looked into Oracle's blue eyes. He wanted a place in her pack. She examined his figure once more, deciding, yes, it was indeed sturdy. He had his calm temperament still, and there was a hunger in him that she admired. The charcoal female watched the male for a few moments, determining that he would be a nice addition to the pack.

Her large black head bobbed and she spoke. "Oracle, I would like to welcome you as a sigma in the pack. Would you declare yourself as Fireborn, Riverborn, Earthborn, or Windborn? Each element has its own personality traits. Riverborn are true to their word and mediators, Earthborn are stubborn yet passive, and Windborn are forward with their emotions and wanderers. I myself am a Fireborn. Fireborn are driven by their emotions and defenders. Your heart will tell you your path."

Oracle seemed to have been taken to a different plane after his seemed to consider each role and toss them away. But, when he returned, his mouth parted and he announced that he was a Fireborn. Hawkeye could not help the small smile that formed upon her face. He hadn't thought of him as a wolf of fire upon the inital meeting, but what his heart told him made her chest swell. Not only had she accepted her first "stray" member to the pack, but she also had another Fireborn there. Maybe Oracle would understand who she was as a wolf--not that Pied did not, but the female was her complete opposite.

"I am glad that you have considered this so deeply, Oracle. Welcome to the pack. I will tell the others that you are now a part of us," she spoke with a gentle, authoritative tone. She hoped he would see how great her pack was as she lifted her head to the clouded sky and let out a howl, stating that the new Fireborn was now amongst the ranks.