Whitefish River make it make sense

The admittedly off-putting sound of a stranger's voice startled Dulce from her chance. She turned, hackles prickling just long enough for her to get a whiff of his familiar scent. He's family, she reassured herself, then settling back down and giving him an apologetic grin. Hello, she replied, stopping to wait and see if he'd join her.

I don't know you yet. That was a given, knowing how many wolves were now within their ranks. Dulce thought that it was funny how she'd been one of the firsts and to join yet she also seemed to be the most out of the loop. I'm patrolling, claro que. You can join, if you want.