Blackfoot Forest Just like fire

A summoning howl woke Amara from her slumber, and she yawned, displaying her ivory fangs. She shook her pelt, casting her gaze around the river beside which she had fallen asleep. Tiny buds and growths along the riverbank brightened Amara's hopes considerable, these small signs of renewal following the ravaging of the woods putting a smile on her muzzle.

Spinning on her heel, Amara adopted a steady lope as she headed toward the call. Soon, she met the scent trail of Minna, her newest subordinate. She had yet to formulate an opinion of the girl, having seen her only once or twice before. She had meant to ask her about her lilting accent and the odd language she had spoken the day she had joined their ranks, but could not find the time.

She stopped, puzzled, out of sight of the pair. Her ears flicked forward, catching strains of voices. Minna looked happy, at ease, as did the stranger, who's appearence seemed oddly familiar to the alpha. She listened a little while longer. Were they...flirting? Amara adopted a dominant stance, and loped quickly toward the two. She fastened her gaze on Leto, glancing quickly at Minna and chuffing softly in greeting. "What do you seek by our borders?" she asked the male in an even tone.