Porcupine Ridge rose madder

While Porcupine Ridge had predominantly been established with a male hierarchy – it would seem Taggarik had managed to balance the genders quite efficiently. Of course, she could muse upon the convenience it offered him to have more females within their ranks – but despite her insecurities, she trusted the ebony wolf to accept only wolves that would benefit the pack.
 
And so, when she came across yet another new female scent, the silver-tipped lady withheld a snort, and determined to meet her potential usurper.
 
She found her quicker than expected, and upon first inspection, the girl was lovely in a traditional sense. Pale white cloaked a shorter form – and unique with sterling silver markings. The girl reminded her of her sister, Siren.
 
It was the delicate nature of the girl as she plopped a mouse down to the cache that soothed Capri’s worry – even more so than the girl’s youthful age. Lifting herself only to reveal her rank rather than strut, the silver-tipped wolf padded forward, her frosted eyes still studying the girl. “Hello,” she beckoned outward, her own tone soft as she attempted to gain her newest pack mates attention.