With quick and careless steps Cara inspected the haven that had fathered the Vale pack. Not a trace of them remained now. The yearling prodded at some bushes and stuck her face in some others. This place made her think of Silvertip, the past reign of the Ouroboros wolves.
Just as Cara had decided this place would require further exploration a voice that was not the one of her mind pulled her away from her thoughts. She turned to face the female, her eyes running across the strangers face and her nose sniffing curiously in her direction. When she greeted her, not a trace of hostility lingered in her voice, Cara was not usually very nice to strangers but the girl in front seemed harmless, plus honestly the pale yearling was far too tired to be nasty.
"So this place isn't desolated after all.. " she mused out loud, keeping her body posture neutral. "Are you a loner?" she asked, aside from thei archi-nemesis from the Isle and the pack on the plateu, the girl didn't know any other packs in the area.
