Lost Creek Hollow Joining

The rusty woman tried to relax her body in the snow, however t was almost impossible. She was freezing to put it simply. If the leader was kind enough to let her join the rankings, she would be more than happy to dig a den and get to know the pack. Maybe they would teach her more of the mother tongue of this land?

The spirits had answered her prayers of warmth and kindness though. Another wolf was spotted, he answered Shikoba's call with silence. The Native wolf didn't mind though, the less words the better.

He approached calmly, his body posture matched to a high ranking, perhaps this was the alpha male of the pack here? The woman felt pleased that she would meet the alpha first. She could hopefully leave a good message with him about herself.

Instinctively, she let her body bend itself in a full bow. Respect had to be shown or she would never be accepted. Her stature was lowered and her tail was tucked neatly against her left hind leg. Hackles were lowered, practically flat against her back. This was a greeting she did to her parents and grandparents everyday. Collecting her body together, she strode forward meekly and cautiously. It was only a few steps before she stopped again, this time to speak.

"Pack? I help with hunts and wars. English not good, I learn more though. Name is Shikoba." The native woman spoke gently, her accent was flaring and her sentence was choppy. It at least made sense to her own ears, but would the mal understand her? Hopefully he didn't mind wolves who were still learning English.