Northstar Vale Able

Warbone followed Tryphon eagerly, as he was bid to, glad to see the quiet wolf engage in something without it being required of him. It would have been just as well if he had investigated the scent alone, but he had chosen to rally his kin, and for this, Warbone was severely appreciative.

He came last in their group, watching Tryphon back up suddenly, before his eye turned on the blazing woman before them. She was small and quite weathered -- leaving Warbone to deduce that she was around his own age, judging only by her scars and an obvious tiredness that she carried on her shoulders like a stone shawl. It was a welcome reprieve from all the young, and quite haughty she-wolves already in his pack, but the feeling was short-lived as he noticed the foreign object around her neck.

The large wolf bristled and stepped forward, his tail rod towards the sky as he placed himself between his comrades and the fiery stranger. Though stifling any aggressive noises, his body language demanded that she immediately submit. He could not smell anything wrong with her, but would make sure she wasn't a threat before he allowed any of his wolves to venture nearer.