Hideaway Strath cradle of forest

It was but the next eve, both after the Deorwine's arrival to their newest rendezvous site over the two set of mountains and after their run-in with the pack northward who called themselves Firebirds. After seeing a sign of their God upon the summit, decending southward, Odessa felt her nor her young group had any intention of moving north within the glade, bog, or along the mountain chain which they considered all theirs. No, they would move south and west, where the sign had been found. Yet they had only just arrived from another stretch of long travel and the scouts had yet the opportunity to do their work. The family would be settled here, for now. 

So for the time being she strode mindlessly, the old crone having little better to do them keep her eyes and ears alert for dangers of any kind. She did little hunting (more scavenging) these days and did not scout or fight any longer. She guarded her broad and insured the safety and potential of her family line as well as the enlightenment of her God. 

So when she saw another, a stranger yet carrying earth pleasant tones, Odessa fluttered into the younger wolf's direction. Hello, The wooden hued woman spoke out, her voice a raspy one, fitted more so now that the smoke from her burned home had filled her lungs. Then, a call from another- Cenric, her grayed muzzle lifts and she sees him there and nearer to his placement then her own and Henryk, a woman. A woman, painted in white, black and red. One of the most oddest mashes of coloration she had seen thus far. An odd look which stood out harshly and not befitting your natural forest wolf. 

She said nothing further and allowed Cenric to take the stand.