Larksong Grotto Lorry was a mouse in a big brown house

Probably closer to SFT6, a little west of that!

Before Kaskara's greeting, Saena finished fully grooming her left hind leg and was about halfway through the right. When a brisk voice reached her, she glanced up with her head still tucked between her forelimb and her hock. Her tongue poked out comically for a second before she smoothed her fur one last time and straightened up. Kaskara was both taller and thicker than Saena, but more because of Saena's petite stature than Kaskara's grand size. The female was actually pretty average, but notably muscular. The former Blacktail's eyes roved over the unfamiliar chocolate of her coat, hitched briefly on her shoulders where her coat appeared frosted, and then wandered to her orange eyes for a fleeting glance before she looked away.

There was no mistaking where the other wolf hailed from. The direction of her appearance was irrefutable. "You're from that mountain," Saena guessed quietly. She couldn't imagine that Kaskara knew anything about her plans, but nervousness found its way into her stomach all the same. She'd intended to not reach out to the mountain pack before laying claim to the ridge, but now it seemed like a childish and foolish thing to do. Surely an established pack could obliterate her humble beginning out of mere ire if some damage control wasn't done before discovery.

But first, there was the matter of introductions. Kaskara didn't know it yet, but Saena would soon try to negotiate a compromise with her... but she wouldn't dare without first knowing who she was speaking with. "I'm Saena," she greeted, making herself accessible before politely asking, "and you?"