Silverlight Terrace And the wolf whispers back, 'I am the storm.'

that's okay, I'm just happy they get to meet finally!

Immersed in the meal, Akazia hadn't noticed anyone appearing and scolded herself internally for that. Just because Minna and Pyx had been kind didn't mean that others wouldn't be like the Molech worshippers. She turned towards the other, a rather tall male with thin muscles like her own and a russet-grey pelt that didn't surprise her. Most of the wolves they had encountered had been red or reddish in color, this male was no different. An initial wariness entered her eyes, ingrained in her from her past experiences of males, though it faded slightly at his friendly expression.

Brushing Jaida's hip with her tail as she turned, Akazia dipped her head in greeting. "Hello there. I am Akazia and this is Jaida." Akazia introduced as she often did when meeting new people, figuring it would be obvious her relation to Jay given that the yearling was a mini carbon copy of herself. 

Don't touch her and I'll be civil towards you. The mother hoped he understood what she was trying to communicate silently with her glance, a wary once-over of him revealing he was already wounded like herself but his was far worse. "What brings you here, the raccoon? You may have some if you wish." Akazia offered, nudging the carcass towards him a bit in case he was hungry.