The Sentinels for your vulgar delectation

*praises the gods that she has been blessed with an ebony thread OMFG*

Raven had settled in relatively well, all things considered.  In the week or so that had passed since her arrival at the boundaries of Donnelaith's lands, she had already begun to put on a bit of the weight she had lost.  Some of the timidness and fear that had rendered her nearly braindead at the borders had dissipated, revealing a glimpse of the bright, inquisitive girl that resided beneath.  Though she remained somewhat reclusive, she was quick to smile when her path crossed with that of another, and she explored her new homeland relentlessly.  She had known the Caldera's most secretive places inside and out, and -- having never had the courage or motivation to leave the packlands herself -- she hadn't ever truly experienced the awe and exhilaration of discovering and exploring unknown lands.

She had spent most of the day moving about the lands, but after hearing something scuffling beneath a heap of snow -- a mouse, perhaps -- Raven was in the process of scooting around and digging when she heard a soft, mellifluous voice rise on the quiet air, a subtle yet unmistakeable request for her woven into its velvety notes.  She stared off in the direction from which the howl had come for a moment, a perplexed look on her face.  There was something familiar about that voice -- was it Lasher?  Whatever she'd been hunting in the snowdrift was in luck today, for she promptly abandoned her work and trotted off to respond to the call.

It only took a few moments to find him, and she approached him with all due deference and respect to his position.  She was the lowest-ranked vassal in a pack run by this splendid and handsome man, and she wanted him to know that she understood her place on an instinctive level.  She approached him with shoulders hunched, tail pressed to her hocks but still wagging amiably, and eyes carefully averted.  She greeted him with a few light, fleeting licks to his chin before retreating a few steps, curious but quiet for the moment.