Porcupine Ridge pass the vodka

The benefit of not only being a founding member, but one of a smaller pack was that Capri was familiar with everyone within their ranks.
 
Or, at least she had been, until an unknown scent had made itself known upon the lands. While uneasy about having another in the pack she did not know (she was, after all, the leading female at the side of Taggarik), it was something that could be swiftly remedied, and so the silver-tipped ebony wolf wove her way toward the scent, determined to seek out the younger wolf who had joined their ranks under Taggarik's approval.
 
When she found him, he was by the borders -- hopefully marking and maintaining them, as did most of the pack. Her frosted eyes regarded him solemnly, and lifting herself higher despite her slender and delicate appearance, the female began loping toward him, closing the distance between the two. "So you're one of our newest recruits," she murmured, her tone gentle as she became closer. He was a stark silver -- much like her best friend, Terich-mir, but his eyes were bi-colored. "I'm Capri."