j - diffuse

It was good to be back. To be back home, to be back with his lover, and to be back as a leader. The last one was one he could live without if need be, but it was still a nice, added bonus. With it, though, came the responsibilities he already knew so well. Looking after the pack, making sure they had good wolves int heir ranks, and, also, going to greet any wolves looking to join. So when the male heard a howl echo through the walls of a valley—a sound he had missed while away—he stood up from beside the river and started towards the valley's entrance. Though he's met the female before, her voice was not one he could pick from a chorus, but hopefully that might chance with her joining. The Inuit believed he was going to meet a total stranger, but as he drew close enough to be able to see her, the loner's features registered in his mind. Only faintly, as their first meeting had been far from grand, but enough for him to know any stance of aggression was not necessary. He stuck only with the posture of a leader, tail raised up and ears pressed forward, though the way he walked was more casual than it would have been with someone he'd never seen before.

Kove came to a stop a short distance away, body hovering close to the valley's entrance. He knew her, yes, but only barely. It was not enough to trust her entirely, especially with his mate so close to 'popping'. "You called?" he inquired, giving her a quick look-over. She didn't look exactly as he remembered, but enough for him to know it was the inquisitive woman he'd pretty much been incapable of helping. "I can only assume you are looking to join?" he stated, though the end help a bit of a question to it. After all, she might just be looking for directions or information, though that seemed highly unlikely. Who in their right mind would go to the borders of a pack for directions? No one. No one at all.