Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

Even before the stranger could confess to being who Harlyn thought she was, Shikoba arrived at her side to confirm for her. Harlyn regarded her with a friendly smile before turning her gaze sternly back to the wolf who had now rolled to expose her vulnerable belly. The female was clearly remorseful for her actions and had managed to learn some manners since trespassing in the Hollow. But that didn't necessarily mean Harlyn was ready to welcome her in with open arms.

"If you've never been part of a pack before, what can you even offer us?" Harlyn asked, not unkindly, but curious to know what response she would get. A wolf that didn't even know how to respect borders could easily become a liability. But Harlyn was not much in the place to turn someone away for having one fault. If there was something else this wolf could offer to make herself useful to the pack, then she'd weigh that against her faults.