Stone Circle From one lake to another

Valette was late to arrive. This was mostly because she felt that her heat was starting and she was preparing for it. No heat came from one day to the other, her body was slowly getting ready for it as well. More hormones raging through her body that would slowly give her that typical scent which probably meant she was in proestrus. Not that the female knew those terms, she felt that she would go in heat soon.

The female trotted to her mate at the border. At first she was surprised to see such a large wolf almost rivaling Greyback in size. And curiously enough it seemed to be a female. Valette flattened her ears, she was not in the mood to deal with females, she usually became more bitchy towards other females when in heat. She just didn't want anyone to breed while she did. Valette caught part of the conversation. The female was talking about aliens. What ever were aliens? She never heard that. A territory of metal and rocks? This was getting ever crazier.

Her hazel eyes scanned the female. Had she eaten herbs she shouldn't have suppose to eat? Valette's tail was raised high as she continued to listen to the female who said that she didn't want their pity. "We usually don't take in wolves that can't help provide for the pack. Are there other things you can do? Because if you don't want our pity then we are not going to raise you as our adult pup," Valette commented to the female. In fact, their pack had a very high morale and would help a family member but to become one a wolf would have to prove themselves.

Valette then realized that she hadn't introduced herself. Very different from how she usually greeted strangers on the borders. "I'm Valette, Matriarch of Easthollow," she introduced, lifting her muzzle. "Have you eaten something you shouldn't have because what you are telling us sounds like a made up story," Valette admitted, not really having a filter at the moment. She couldn't help it.