Sun Mote Copse Family is forever

There was a tone of worry in the voice that called out at the borders, and while it wasn't one Niamh recognized, her maternal instincts told her to go and investigate. She'd been working with Bronco on his stalking techniques when the call went up, and while her initial reaction was to tell him to stay well within the pack's borders, she knew she also had to teach her son how to greet those who called out. Something told her, too, that this wouldn't be a troublesome encounter, possibly the pleading tone of the female wolf's voice. So she allowed her son to tag along. 

The russet son of Eljay and Wildfire had greeted the stranger first, though there didn't appear to be any hostility in the posture of either of the wolves. She still felt slightly protective, and stepped to Elfie's side, while gesturing for Bronco to hang back a bit. She nodded to the dark female, the worry in her sparkling eyes prompting Niamh to cut to the chase. "Anything we can help you with?" She asked, noting that the female looked a bit worse for wear and tired- and she smelled of the Keep, a neighbouring, friendly pack.