Thunder Dome Here our dreams aren't made, they're won

Hope you don't mind Capri!

The neighboring land beside theirs was dismal at best – the storm clouds that rolled overhead seemed ever present, and as her easy lope took her further from the beauty of the Ridge, she found herself more willing to turn back. But the temptation only lasted until she caught scent of the pack’s Gamma, and the silver-tipped she-wolf felt a flurry of anxiety that he might be out here when the storm above broke open.
 
Her lope was casual, but her pace quickened, and soon, her gaze fell upon Farstep. He was not alone, and as she closed the distance between herself and the other two, Capri’s shoulder would graze amicably against the tawny wolf, her form lifting only slightly to remind him of her standing.
 Another dark wolf slunk away higher up upon the slopes, and the Ridge regal determined her unimportant in the matter -- but the other wolf held potential, and despite her reservations at their female population growing and potentially losing her own standing, the balance between gender population needed to be improved.