Moonspear In the air

A white wolf approached, and Ty immediately read from his body language that he was, in fact, the leader here. Or he was at least pretending to be. She didn't cower on the ground, but she also didn't want this to be a puff-out-our-chests contest. Instead, she remained in a neutral stance while avoiding eye contact for the sake of appearing non-threatening. This was her first foray into speaking with a pack on behalf of her own, and she knew she needed to be careful.

She cleared her throat, then began. "Hello, my name is Tytonidae Vasanta. I'm gathering a group of wolves to claim the plateau by the sea. We call ourselves Bhediyon." Well, technically, it was a pack of one, but Ty had a good feeling it wouldn't be that way for long.