Blackfeather Woods Life's a bitch and so are you.

She had heard the news, that of a fallen leader and a rising one. Burke, she understood, had stepped down, though why, she did not know. The dark woman the the male she had sparred with now stood at the helm of the pack, something which the wraith had no qualms about. Leaders rose and fell, like the tide, it was the way of the wild. Plus, she did not know this grey male very well, and felt no strong ties to him.

So when she caught his scent she approached quietly, to find him, nose to ground. She stopped a moment, watching, then walked toward him readily, head lowered slightly. "Sir" she said simply, tone neutral. It was merely a formal greeting.