Jade Fern Grove A place to stay

There was a pause as the cinnamon male lifted his head to the call -- perhaps, had he and his mate been on speaking terms, he would have rejoiced with her to know that this was the first caller they had had -- the scent borders were established, and the pack would thrive, for now, in Jade Fern Grove. Bazi had seem to come around to it -- Swift, not so much.

The dark agouti man made his way to the call, his pace quick despite his looming size. The she-wolf came to view within minutes -- greyscale in hue, she seemed to be healthy... at least, physically so.

He uttered a low bark to gather her attention, though it would seem she was expecting someone in decent time to greet her. His stance was dominant, and his gaze sharp as he studied her, slowing to a halt a few feet before her. "State your name and business at our borders," he requested, deciding to get straight to the point. Pleasantries had never been his thing.