Stone Circle Welcome wagon

There was silence for a moment, the only song to accompany the swaying of distant trees a hum of wind, a cold breeze that ruffled the fur upon the man's neck while he stood. Every blade of grass, every stick laying still amongst the previously green floor had been coated in a fluffy sweater of snow. It was bereft of heat but when the white was not crunchy beneath his paws, it was soft, as though wrapped in a new blanket that had yet to warm.

He was pleased to see the immediate submission from the cream-hued woman, acceptance that she was a stranger on the borders of a pack - respect was key, but that did not gain her entrance just yet. It was only a box to be checked.

Mawk observed her for a moment, considering her response and the confirmation that she wished to join the Easthollow wolves. "Do you have any skills to offer?" His inquiry was one that sought a response he could test - if she was a hunter, he would wish to see her hunt, or if she happened to be a mercenary he would request that they spar. Whatever she offered, he wanted to see it. They could not simply allow anyone into the ranks, and they were doing fairly well for members so turning someone away was an idea that he could appeal to if he deemed it necessary. But even with this knowledge, it was pleasant to gain a friendly wolf and he did not particularly long to cast her away.