Blackfeather Woods Let my mind be your freedom

Her head snapped to the source, her heavy-lidded eyes widening. At first, she thought it was the shadow-child, but realised she spoke not. And her eyes were of violet, not red. Her fur was a picture of the night sky adorned with stars, not dark and...blood stained?

Her head tilted, trying to assess the stranger at the borders, trying to find a better light.
She had a duty to the pack.
The woman dredged up her sinking paws with a powerful kick and waded towards the other. Female, it sounded. The cream woman cuffed softly before starting into question, "Who are you and why are you here?" 
Her voice held no accusation or aggression. Only a quiet calmness; detachment you could say.
She clenched her paws, trying to regain feeling in them as she studied and waited for the others answer.