Ravensblood Forest I live here, now.

A paw reached toward her, and Durnehviir flashed her teeth briefly to accompany her low growl of warning. She had not yet stepped aside to allow this wolfess to rise, and her dominant posture in no way gave an open invitation to be touched. There was an air of uncertainty when it came to this stranger, who'd so openly submitted to a woman she did not know and was evidently much younger. 

The other stated that she'd "just got back", which explained the lack of Constantine's scent on her fur. The tawny Frostfur stepped aside then, leaving room for her apparent packmate to gather herself, though Durnehviir continued to eye her with mild suspicion. She asked after someone she didn't know, though she recalled the name having been mentioned to her by their swarthy leader. "I don't know him," she said, canting an oversized ear. The other name was one she didn't recognise, so did not press the matter. "Who are you?"