Silver Creek come, ye sisters, come

When the request to gather sounded over the rush of their territory namesake's waters, Quicksilver did not delay in responding. She chanted her pale muzzle skyward, joining the tail-end of the Odolf wolfess' song with one of her own - assurance that she would attend at once.

In her brief time as a follower in Golden Ranch, Quicksilver concluded that she liked Addison well enough. It was with Grayson's sister that she felt she could perhaps build the firmest of friendships with, considering the absence of competition between them for his affections. Her main purpose, after all, was to present herself as the most suitable wife for their leader - and what better way to do so than to win the comradery of his family?

She arrived at the meeting with a cheerful sway of her dusty tail, orchid gaze flitting between the females who'd congregated. There were some she didn't recognise and others she felt most threatened by: Lilah, who was prettier than her by far and Cyclone, who was sharper and bolder than any she-wolf she'd ever met. Still, Quicksilver acknowledged each of her rivals with the soft curve of her smile as she settled alongside the women, and blinked expectantly toward Addie in wait of an explanation for her summons.