Hushed Willows Juramentum

It was then that Nova Rose wandered upon the two males, tupping her head. Her ghostly eyes were curious and friendly, tail fanning the area behind her in happiness. These were two of her packmates, and though it was a new feeling to her, pride flooded her. She was part of a new pack, one of the few wolves founding it even if only a subordinate. She didn't speak, unwilling to interrupt her king, but let out a low and friendly chuff to announce her presence. She was trying to get to know those in the pack, and the male with her alpha was not one she was closely familiar with. The ginger and white female licked at a paw, smoothing down a few stray pieces of fur, the only slight betrayal of the elders vanity.