Shadewood and the flame trees, they broke away

Iskra knew authority— had been raised with strict structure of hierarchy and behaviour, bound to a social position and all the trappings that lay within.

So an alpha, asking her to meet his face, seemingly giving permission to do so forthwith from now— it was a concept she had some difficulty with. 

She straightened into more more comfortable stance, letting her tail fall to it’s customary position. From her new aspect of view, she could meet the icy blue eyes of her new pack leader. To all logical thought, he should be intimidating but she felt no such arrogance or haughty pride from the other.

“Thank you. My name is Iskra, from the far north.” She paused for half a moment, working the words through her head. “It is good to be home.”

As the older wolf turned to allow her in, she allowed her heart to soar and find solace in this new place— as the trees invited her to share in their mysteries and all things new greeted her.

it was indeed good to be home.