Great Bear Wilderness Heaven can't help you now

They were in for a bit of a welcoming party, if you even wanted to call it that. Calmly, with unreadable emotion in her eyes, Tzila watched as a dark, mature male silently came to flank the silver youth. Soon after, another younger male appeared, rugged and sporting an array of scars on his metal colored coat. None of them expressed any hostility and in return, Tzila granted them the same courtesy.

Rightfully, she allowed Serem to handle the introductions, while the Roangeda wolves did the same, offering ranking titles which were foreign to the likes of her. Their choice of terminology was interesting. But to each their own, she supposed. As far as she was aware, this was Serem's first true experience in a position of significant power outside Nightwalkers territory. And Tzila was watching...observing silently. Curious to see how the new Consort would handle herself in politics. Giving her superior a glance, it was she who parted her lips to answer the Worlida's question. Giving a shake of her head, she held back a small sigh. "Regrettably, no. Prey continues to be scarce...the large herds are but distant memories. Even the odd mouse is becoming hard to come by."