Lost Creek Hollow Exploring new lands

The black she-wolf had been nearby upon the acceptance of the similarly colored male. She had watched him screw up a number of times, and had watched him soft of redeem himself in the presence of the Alphess, Harlyn. Having never officially met the female, it was nice knowing that she was a little softer than Mordecai. She assumed a strong and courageous leader nonetheless, but it was reassuring to know that the sharp edge the pack leaders had was backed up by understanding and kindness. 

Ilya had remained downwind, so her scent didn't travel to the wolf, one she had heard called Numa. He wasn't much, by the looks of it, but he was larger than her due to her breed and background. She let out a breath of amusement when he spoke, but it was too far to be heard. She assumed he was speaking of the smells, and could relate somewhat. Her first week or two in the Hollow was awful, the scents were too overwhelming. By now, however, she'd adapted the scent and become part of it. She was part of the pack. 

The charcoal female slunk up towards the male from behind, standing up straight once close enough and speaking loud enough only to startle him, her intention wasn't to be intimidating or mean. 

"Hiya!" She exclaimed in his ear, and then padding in front of him upon seeing his reaction, tail wagging with childish amusement. "I am Ilya," she dipped her head in greeting, but kept her posture tall. She was still smaller than the wolf, but of higher rank and of longer staying in the pack and she felt herself a tad bit more important. Not by much, of course, she held no real position of importance, only of higher rank. She sat in front of Numa and smiled.

"Welcome to the Hollow."