Stavanger Bay The murdered Red Herring

Is it alright if we set this before the birthing thread?

The scent of Teaghlaigh alerted her to the other's presence before anything else. On a good day, she caught whiffs of their coywolf friend on the wind, but never so strong as she could smell him, now. At once, the dusky shewolf's tail began to wag, and she set off toward the borders with thoughts of Furiosa in her head. Though she and Szymon had decided against taking her as a second wife, Doe still held the woman in high esteem. She was mother, a woman of experience, and Doe was rather partial to her kisses.

However, it was not the pale, warrior queen on her borders, but an agouti male that Doe had never met before.

"Hail, brother," she said at length, drawing attention to her presence and moving forward to greet the stranger. He was not someone she knew, but he was her family all the same. "What brings you to the bay?"