Porcupine Ridge welcome to the neighborhood

If only Farstep could understand their spoken language, perhaps the meeting would've shed some light on the personalities of his fellow pack mates. He only had body language to go off of, though, and so he sat in his typical silence, watching everything very closely. Vuk and Illea greeted one another but otherwise were still. His eyes lingered on Terich-mir, both because the man was on the cusp of challenging for the grey wolf's rank and because Terich-mir was showing an awful lot of familiarity with the Alpha female for Farstep's liking. Naturally, he believed that Capriccio belonged to Taggarik, regardless of the tension she showed toward him.

But he tore his gaze away and it fixed on Jhala as she stepped forward. His mind flitted through various possibilities for what she might be doing, but all that happened was a growl to his ears as she spoke. Taggarik responded with a grunt of his own and all eyes seemed to shift to Jhala.

Farstep had no clue what was going on, but he watched the newest female as well in the event her body language, or that of the other wolves, would enlighten him.