Phoenix Maplewood Are there any left who haven't kissed the enemy?

Juniper had busied herself with prepping her own quiet area within the pack borders for the past week, but the fact that the maplewood had gained a few members during that time had not gone unnoticed by the golden girl. Today she'd set out with half a mind to seek one of them out and introduce herself, but a rumbling stomach and a strong urge to add her mark to the northern reaches of the border had distracted her for a time.

She didn't know of the young family's turmoil, or their recent upheaval. All she knew was a healthy mother and her children now resided here under the care of Saena and her mate (who, by now, was known to her as Reek). So when she managed to climb out of a thicket of undergrowth and caught wind of the young pup on the gentle breeze drifting through the woodland, Juniper adjusted her path to greet them.

Sure enough, a sudden rustling of leaves and litter caught her attention, and she lifted her head to look on at the young girl's fit. A pang of sympathy and motherly concern cut through her almost instantaneously, and within a few breaths she was within speaking range of the young wolf. "Practicing for something?" She asked with a kind smile.