Bearclaw Valley So you say I'm complicated

Unfortunately, the first face to show up to greet her was a familiar one. The two had not spent an enormous amount of time together, but Koume remembered her. Well, shit. This place was no good if this was her long lost Dusky-thing, or whatever Indra had called it. No way would she ever be welcome here after being so "rude" to one of their members. My own business, this time. She answered with a wry smile. She hoped she could humor the female with a callback to their meeting, perhaps to throw some sand over it. She didn't really want to seek somewhere else to stay.

The not-so-wolf-like, fat female came to "greet" her next, and Koume shot her a glance of fake offense - as if silence would ever offend her truly. It just meant someone didn't know what to say, Koume was great and powerful after all. She smiled somewhat after that, not knowing what to say herself. Surely not the familiar face nor the fat one was the leader around here. She barely took notice of the screeching, too busy with looking at whatever was behind the two females.

That was when the real leader finally showed up. She could tell by his way of carrying himself, how he silently greeted the ones below him. He reminded her of Kove a little, but perhaps that was only because they were both white of coat and male. Koume Azura, I come from the flatlands. She greeted with a gentle nod of her head, tail and body lowering a bit in submission.