Sunset Valley don't turn off the lights

Well, it wasn't the most graceful of introductions... but it would have to do. Cyclone had really been hoping it was a dude (y'know, for procreation purposes), but if she could do anything to please her leader, she would. The Blackthorn girl took in a deep breath, and—ignoring the apology—began her spiel that would hopefully lead to a recruit. You looking for a pack? she asked, once she was within conversational range. The other didn't smell strongly of other wolves, which led Neasa to believe she was a loner.

The best course of action would be to size her up (check), ask her if she was looking for a pack (check), then lead her back to... IkKanattuk, that was it! The pronunciation was still a bit tricky for Cyclone, but she'd been saying it to herself over and over since she had joined. To be perfectly honest, she did not even know what their ranks meant, but through body language, she knew where she stood among the rest of them. Hopefully, that stance would only be better as time went on.