Starting over (Joining)

For miles they had been walking. How many she didn't count, neither did she count the days. Only the seasons told Bishop how long they'd been gone, how long ago they'd left Chinook. After winter's bitter cold she and her child were enjoying favorable traveling weather. First in spring, and then in the summer. During those times they traveled along rivers and streams which eventually brought them hear just at the last season's end.
Days like this reminded Bishop that they needed a home. Leaves were beginning to change, winds blew a little more fiercely, and there was a definite chill in the breeze. Especially in early morning and late evening. Night was creeping forward. The seasons would grow harsh, and Bishop no longer had only herself to think of. Jean-Luc, her son, and his friend Ipiktok, were playing behind her; bounding through the tall grass, playing tag, and chasing the odd insect as she prowled on ahead. The dark wolf was ever aware of her surroundings, nose working and ears high, twitching. That's when she noticed a border nearby.
"Jean-Luc, Ipiktok." She called back to her son and charge, prompting them to stop their game and gallop at her side, looking up at her expectantly and curiously. "There's a pack nearby, I'm going to speak with them alright? I need you two to lay in the grass for now and don't move." The intensity of her stare commanded their obedience, but the boys only smiled back at her in complete understanding. Jean-Luc was used to his mother's intensity, the way she always carried herself with poise while he bumbled about. Even Ipiktok's parents were very strict and short worded.
"Yes ma!" The albino pup chirped while his friend only nodded silently. Then the pair turned and raced through the trees, bounding into a taller patch of shrubs and grass. Bishop only watched them for a moment longer with a tender smile before turning to the doorstep of Neverwinter. She was careful, respectful of their borders and made sure to stop a wolf's distance away from them. A curious nose was all that ventured forward to sniff and gather whatever information she could about the wolves here. A chill of excitement ran through her at the prospect of meeting new wolves, it always did, but with new faces came new risks. Hopefully these were friendly folk.
Tilting her head back Bishop called out for the leaders of this pack, an echoing question of acceptance. Afterward she needed only to stand and wait.

"Bishop"
"Jean-Luc"
"Ipiktok"