Stone Circle Teddy bear picnic

The moment she'd tapered her call, Thistle's trembling grew worse. To the point where she would have been forced to admit--she was nervous. So, so nervous. The familiar weight and woodsy scent of her brother helped to calm her, a little; she moved to nudge beneath his jaw in thanks for his silent comfort. Every moment of their surprisingly short wait feels like a year to Thistle, but when the she-wolf appears she makes an effort to still her nervous trembling, shifting to make herself smaller and letting her tail wave briefly even as she stepped a little ways away from the comforting shadow of her brother. The matriarch looks graceful, and it is a relief to see her tail moving even as she's asserting her dominance. Evergreen is quick to introduce them both, and she lets her ears perk forward briefly before she's distracted by another hulking shadow approaching.

It's only due to her familiarity with Evergreen that she doesn't immediately mistake him for a bear. His expression was far more severe to her eyes than Valette's gently waving tail, and her nerves began to get the better of her once again. In response to their presence, she curls her own tail low, tucked up against her back leg, yet she let the tip wag ever so slightly. She made sure to lower her gaze as well, keeping them in the corner of her eye but hoping to convey respect.

We're very pleased to meet you both, Thistle spoke earnestly, and it was really something to be greeted by both alphas—though it certainly wasn't doing anything for her nerves. She really, really didn't want to mess this up. Our family recently sent us away to walk our own paths. We weren't a part of a pack before, but we'd like to see what it's like.

Here she paused, lowering her gaze further. If you have the room, or if we could be useful, we'd very much like to join yours.