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Sasha stiffened as she saw a figure trotting in her direction. He stopped, leaving a small distance between them. This wolf carried the scent of what she had smelled eariler, as well as a formidable demeanor. He must be the Alpha. She wondered, thoughts confirmed when the male asked her to state her name and business. Sasha gulped--this wasn't her first language and didn't want to make a fool of herself.

"I am Sasha, I come here to join the pack," she said, with the hint of an icelandic accent. She knew enough to speak fluently, but it was still evident she wasn't from these parts. The she-wolf lowered her body, tail between her legs in the act of submission. She was not one to domineering, especially in front of a more powerful wolf.