Blacktail Deer Plateau everything moves, everything pulses, everything lies in the eyes of you

The wolf who called at their borders wasn't one who was known to Rosalyn, and she had no idea the who or why behind the summons.  She approached, slowly, and with some caution.  It had been months and still she didn't trust that there weren't enemies unknown to them out there.  

It was a young male, somber looking.  She wondered if he carried news of Raleska (assuming she hadn't returned), or if he was looking for a scattered packmate of his own.  So many seemed to be.  

What do you want with Rusalka? She asked, choosing to shoot straight for the point.  You've found our border.  My name is Rosalyn.