Swiftcurrent Creek welcome home

Katya didn't return the smile, but her expression softened and she took a step forward. "Katya Balthazar," she answered, tilting her head slightly to the side. The unusual timbre of the male's voice intrigued her--she wondered if he too spoke a second tongue.

"From Morningside Cuesta." she added, flicking her tail in the direction of her pack's territory. She cocked a brow, waiting for the brute to introduce himself. He seemed polite enough; not a threat that she could see, but she planned on keeping their encounter brief. She wouldn't want Morningside to think she was consorting with lone wolves; they barely trusted her now.