Hoshor Plains hey, it's me, your sister

Hoshor Plains was the worst thing that ever happened to Spica. Like... It was just so boring here. Anyway -- she amused herself well enough by pestering Syrma, their mother, exploring the regions around the territory -- she loooved an excuse to get out of here -- and occasionally actually learning something from her pack mates.

Spica was actually just on her way out when she heard the howl and her interest was immediately piqued. She trotted towards the borders where she saw a wolf who seemed just a little older than her, but not by much. Eyo, Spica greeted casually as she got closer, her body language neutral. Who are you?