Wapun Meadow the crescent city sleeps

It hadn't taken long for word of her deeds to spread. Fair enough, she supposed, though that didn't tell her a whole lot about the pack. In a way, for what minute curiosity she had, Echelon also found out that she didn't care too much. The fact that they were a newly founded pack didn't surprise her; their calls in the night, even the announcement of that claim hadn't fallen on deaf ears. Even from the reaches of the mountain, she had heard their faintest songs.

"It's fine, really," she stated, beginning to find the edge of how she wanted to be. "Whoever did that though sounds like a real jerk though." On the inside, she was laughing at her own attempts. Being social wasn't her strong suit at all, and she completely overlooked the introduction that she was supposed to be making. "So how long has your pack been here? It's yours, right? You seem like a leader." But she doubted that entirely, this wolf was far too feeble-seeming and kind. Leaders were made from stone and dominant, not just territorial.