Stone Circle Hello, welcome home

Orange eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any dangerous hazards, wolves, or something out of the ordinary. Soon the scent of another wolf would wash over her, unfamiliar, but with a hint of some of her packmates. A new pack member? Ira slowed as she turned in the direction soon making out the figure approaching her.

As Dianne introduced herself, the stone figure came to a halt and gave a small nod. Ira. Welcome to Easthollow. After introducing herself she would turn more to observe the other wolf and commit her appearance to memory. Have you been around the territory yet? I'm currently on a patrol if you wish to join. If Dianne admitted to being lost, Ira would not be surprised. After all, it would not be the first time she ran into one of their newer members in the maze of white trees. Even being shown around, the "clone" forest had its name for a reason. It took experience to learn where to turn if you fell off the path.