Stone Circle Harvest Serenity

Valette lifted her head when a howl sounded. It wasn't one she was familiar with. The mother had been around her den, resting. The female was more often on the borders now and missed hanging out with her children. Valette got on her four paws and stretched herself. She didn't think it was an unfriendly meeting since the stranger was polite enough to howl for her presence.

Often Clary seemed eager about joining her to the borders. She let any of her children decide if they wanted to follow her. The mother made her way to the border. She almost overlooked the stranger if not for his scent. His coat matched the wintery landscape around them. Valette raised her tail and changed her body language to show that she was the one in charge of this pack.

"Welcome to Easthollow," she asked. Valette was still alert if this might be a wolf that was related to the war. He didn't smell of the Black Feather swamps. That was a scent she never would forget. "You requested my presence," she pointed out, granting him permission to speak.