Hideaway Strath Looking Glass

Fortune was with her this morning, it seemed. Her eye caught a flicker of movement, a flash of fur and the unmistakable shape of a wolven figure. This was either sheer coincidence, or this pack really had its act together in keeping their borders secure.

Acknowledging the authoritative air in which the incoming female carried herself, Keyni took a single step back, respectively. The skin lining her muzzle was smooth, her expression placid but refined. Her tail hung motionless, curled slightly around her ankle in a sign to say she was of no threat. If pressed, she would submit willingly. 

The voice of the female, who bore a raven coat with red accents and a cream underside, addressed her with a no-nonsense tone, to which she responded. "I was passing through the area when I came across your borders. And well, now I'm intrigued." She explained in her calm voice, which somehow, always had a soothing quality to it. "I've been searching for a pack that may suit me." Was her subtle prompt at hoping for a tidbit of information.