Blackfeather Woods your stars in my lungs

She moved with a serpentine rhythm, purpose in each long stride that led her to the call. There had been a few lately which was more than there usually was. Weary as she could be of strangers (such feelings were usually present in the way her silver gaze seemed to chill or how her tail curled) she welcomed each company to the woods. Assessed them for threat levels and then...well, she could only go from there to wherever the arrivals wished to go.

The Merei had been a touch more punctual than the Wood's Morta. Regardless her tail raised every so slightly to inform the stranger of her standing among the three of them. Of course, she had just barely caught the tail end of what Moonshadow has said. Unaware that she had uttered the man's name. Silver eyes roamed to look him over before settling on her packmate with a sharply raised brow, but softer look in her gaze.

Explain.