At the sound of another wolf approaching, Erika sat up slightly, eyes pinpointing the creature moving towards her in the distance. As it grew closer, the anomly became more recognizable, a wolf. Soon she could see the details of this male: large, perhaps even imposing, with a thick coat of black, gray and tan, and cream on his face. His yellow eyes, a darker hue than her own, he looked down upon her and asked if she was lost.
The pregnant female rolled into a more submissive stance, her head dipped and ears flattened. She habitually tilted the scarred side of her face away from him, if he had not already caught a glimpse. "No, Monsieur. I am not lost." She began, silently feeling a strange jolt of familiarity from his voice. While the packs that her own bordered spoke French for the most part, they often met with loners who resided in the other parts of Canada. She knew that accent well, as faint as it was in his voice. "I am 'ere to join your pack."