Firefly Ravine Gentlemen, M'lady, you'll always remember this

The woman had not taken the time to share her voice in chorus with the others upon their arrival to the ravine. She'd remained silent back then, keeping to herself and observing the others. This time, however, as Depp's voice sliced through the air for the second time, her ears were quick to push forward and her head had raised up. She'd pulled herself to her feet, muzzle lifting up towards the sky in the process as she let loose her own calling, joining her co-leader in song to proclaim their official hold over the land. It was her home now, in name, which seemed to put her mind at ease. It was different now. They weren't just a group of scraggly loners squatting somewhere, but a pack. Behind that thought lingered a meaning of indescribable proportions.

As Sen's howl had drawn to a close, she began moving, seeking out the familiar face of her companion. It felt natural, almost, to be nearer to him during such a time, if only because it showed unity and strength. Thus, when she'd found him, no greeting was given. There was only her silent support, the assurance that she remained there and would not abandon the pack they'd work to form. That, in some roundabout way, she would not leave behind Depp.