Porcupine Ridge Take a bow

The howl had stirred the dark she-wolf further along the borders, her pace increasing with the desire to determine who it was that beckoned the Ridge wolves. She felt antsy these days – her presence around @Terich-mir had increased even more, though she found herself more silent. Perhaps it was her growing uncertainty with her rank – and as the scent of another she-wolf came to her before she laid eyes upon her, Capri felt her own form stiffening.
 
Yet while every female threatened her position and potential for puppies, she was not so insecure to turn them all away. Farstep had found their visitor before either herself or Taggarik, and the silver-tipped female gave a light hum of approval as she stepped closer to his side, her nose brushing the furs of his flank in greeting before she moved even closer to the stranger, her tail and muzzle arcing high.
 
Her frosted eyes rounded upon the girl, studying her quietly. She was young – her posture submissive, but nearly as much as wolves previously before her that had stood on her borders. “Hello,” she offered, her tone gentle as she lifted her muzzle another notch to announce her rank. “Can I help you?”