Silver Creek Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'

The cream-furred woman's tail dipped down instictively as the silver male approached. It surprised her, how easily she was adapting to being a subordinate once more. Part of her mourned the loss of her title, but more than that, she mourned the loss of her pack and family. Company was surely better than any title, and so, Sunspot would gladly play the part of a low wolf.

"Hello, Heston," she said brightly. "I am Sunspot - and yes, I have met with your lovely wife, and I am in the process of joining."

They both turned to the youth, then, Sunspot with a bit more warmth in her eyes - especially when he spoke of his reason for coming! "Oh, sweetheart," she tutted, wishing she had news of Stark to give him. Alas, she knew so such wolf.