Phoenix Maplewood butterfly in the storm

Gaia. Such a pretty name, she thought, without knowing anything of the history behind such a name. Cultural lore wasn't her forte, not by a long shot, but still, she appreciated the way it sounded, and probably more so the way the wolf who owned it submitted readily. On a normal day, Saena would test her potential subordinates in some way, but the pack had recently taken a hit in the form of Reek and Tavi. Padding the ranks was important, and besides that, any wolf sensible enough to submit on the borders without necessarily knowing the rank of the wolf meeting them was worthy in her eyes.

"This is Phoenix Maplewood and I am its alpha, Saena," she introduced in lieu of her usual interview. Instead of conducting said interview or even asking what the female's skills were, Saena stepped the short distance between them and sought to rub the scent of the maple wood on Gaia's coat, accepting her without any further testing. In the days to come, she was sure Gaia would prove whether she was worth a home in the maple forest or not; there was no need to make her prove it here.

Nevertheless, out of curiosity, Saena asked, "is there any job you prefer doing over others? We are diverse here, but anyone can fit in." At least until the pack was nearly full again, and then the alpha female would become picky once more.