Great Bear Wilderness No more subservience

Tzila hummed quietly towards his answer. It was a decent enough reason and she saw no harm in someone allied with the pack, to be roaming so close. Her silver eyes narrowed in a squint, examining his features in detail. "You do look vaguely familiar...Dirge. Yes, I recognize you now." Several more steps through the snow brought her closer. Unlike many a time, there was no swagger in her step or any of that deadly predatory precision. Just laid-back ease. "I'm Tzila."

The velveteen skin of her muzzle bunched just slightly in the motions of a sniff. The scent of other wolves was woven heavily in his fur. From his signals so far, she couldn't accurately guess his role in the pack, so she made no assumptions. Instead she offered a more conversational inquiry. "Is this your first visit so close to Nightwalkers territory?"