The Hunt is ON!

Darsal

Darsal had only been in the Royal Fire Court for a short time. Although she was relatively neutral with all of the wolves in the pack at this point, she was unable to trust them yet. Hopefully, this would change.
She had agreed to hunt today for the pack's meager food supply, but inwardly, Darsal wanted to get to know her packmates. She wished she weren't so awkward around new acquaintances.
As she traveled through the Golden Glade's spindly brush, her muted gray pelt flitting in the wind, she admired the beauty of the setting around her. The summer sun was flaring overhead, warm against Darsal's newly-shed coat. She thought of how opportune a season this was to form a pack, and she thought back to her new King and Queen. Although it would take a few turns for her to find them trustworthy, her heart was pledged to them. The poet inside her blossomed, and she fell into a silent draft of a haiku:

Igniting Flames
Though the road was rough,
the Wolves of Fire sought glory,
and glory they'd find.

Once she'd finished the poem, she memorized it over and over, vowing never to forget it. Darsal swore to tell this to the pack's future generations, so that they may never grow deaf to the struggle their ancestors once endured.
In the clearing up ahead, she noticed another wolf — and in her pack's territory! Yet, as Darsal pondered, she smelled the scent of her King and Queen on the she-wolf. Surely she wasn't an enemy... but she hadn't met this wolf before. Possibly this encounter, like herself, hadn't been into the pack's Inner Circle yet.
Careful not to shock her, she rose from the bushes, letting her paws announce her presence. Hello — you're in my pack's territory, but you smell as we do.... She continued swiftly. I'm Darsal. Can I assume you are as well?