Golden Glade a wolf with no history is like a tree with no roots

Another woman approached and made her presence known with a chuff and a greeting. With a turn of her head, No Name lowered her ears and sucked in a sharp breath. Please, quiet down. Then, she turned back to the ivory femme and waited to see what she would have to say. She spoke of being new and of how obvious it must have been, though they were in an equal playing field of seniority, albeit with a day or so in between. Of course, one wouldn't know that anymore than the other, but it still made for good note in a first impression.