Emberwood For A King To Do His Part

Easy was returning to the territory after scounting the surrounding area when she heard the call. It was not anyone she recognized by voice, but as she drew nearer, the scent of Easthollow was clear to her. Her tail waved as she dipped into the territory and arced back to meet the visitor, simply so that she would not seem to come from outside the territory.

"Hello," she barked as she reached the edge of the trees, and then had to blink at the male standing before her. It was not often she met wolves larger than herself, and thus, she found herself somewhat intimidated by the stranger. But he was from Easthollow, and he smelled strongly of Valette; Easy set aside her anxiety and went to meet him. "You've reached... Uaine... Gorsedd? My name's Easy."

She'd stopped a good few paces from the man — out of lunging distance. In her mind, she went over the few fights and skirmishes she'd been in, readying herself to defend the territory, or else fight for her life. Outwardly, she was the picture of friendly attentiveness — with just the uneasy prickle of fur along her spine giving away her worries.