Stone Circle not all who wander are lost

It had been dark for a while now and after a busy day marking borders and keeping an eye out for threats, the female had retired for the night. Unfortunately for her, a noise caught her attention before she fell into the trace of sleep. Ira pushed herself to her paws, the sluggishness slowly being shaken from her limbs as she searched for the call. Soon the roan woman would draw near to Easthollow's trademark stones. If she was correct, the howl had come from somewhere around the center.

A few moments would pass as Ira scanned the surroundings, acutely aware of her surroundings until golden orbs landed on a small female. She raised her head to use her full height to question the newcomer, and while her words came off with authority, there was no malice. It was clear that the stranger was no threat, at least not to the large woman. She was certain she could win a fight if it came to it, but based on the other's expression she was very timid gaining a slightly softer approach. Greetings. You travel through Easthollow's territory, please identify yourself and state your purpose.