Hushed Willows Captain Amerus

It wasn't common for wolves to find their way to them, which was one of the reasons Tavi was so pleased with her home. She liked the solitude of it, the safety. The secret nature of the pack. Yet there was a call for her from the borders — Stark's voice reaching in to the depths of the Crook to pull her from a quick nap — and briefly Octavia wondered why she had to be the one to investigate. She sighed, gave Tambourine a very soft kiss to the top of his head, and then pulled herself away. The woman lingered only until someone entered the den-cave and took up a protective position over her son, then she was off.

Octavia knew some short-cuts now, and maneuvered with more ease across the territory. When she came upon the edge of it, where Stark stood in direct opposition to a far fairer toned wolf, she stiffened and approached with some caution. A brief look across the stranger told her some things: they were hungry, they were alone, and they were female. She glanced to Stark then, and with a far more commanding tone than she usually wielded she said, Who is this? And how did they find us? Her eyes demanded.