Heron Lake Plateau Who do you love?

While Niamh had been in the middle of playing with @Vasa and @Kite, a call from the borders pulled her away from one line of duty to another. She left the pups, bestowing a kiss atop each soft head- whether they wanted it or not- and headed toward the edge of their claimed lands where the call had come from. She didn't recognize the voice, so she assumed it was either an ambassador from another pack- sent on official business and therefore, it made sense for them to call out- or a loner. With her rangy stride, Niamh reached the border and picked out the dark form of a female wolf waiting there, but to Niamh's slight disappointment, the wolf did not smell like another pack. 

She approached the female with a stiff-legged pace, tail curling up over her haunches. The loner had called her away from her chosen daily activities, rather than waiting for someone to pass by. Surely she should have noticed that the borders were well patrolled and marked- she'd chosen wisely to stay just beyond where the scent markers were, after all, so clearly she'd chosen to interrupt the flow of their day. She jerked her chin up in the air once, gesturing briskly at the female and narrowed her gaze. She halted abruptly, shoulders squared. "You rang?" She said, but her voice was half drawl, half growl. She didn't have patience for someone who would summon her like a genie and then waste her time, so she leaned forward slightly, intent on getting a quick answer from the dark female.