Hideaway Strath in your crypt

The small woman lingered behind the others, her frame obscured by the shadows of her packmates.

The trip had been nice. Everything went smoothly, and luckily, Ursus did not interfere with their move. Leigh was no stranger to travel, and she did well in supporting her pack along the way. It was something to be proud of, but the accomplishment was short. They had arrived now, and the she-wolf's skills were no longer needed. Now, they needed a leader. Preferably Derg if they were going to build friendly relationships.

Suddenly the hellhound came to a stop, the familiar white wolf Nyra pausing as well. Taking it as a sign to rest, the girl took the opportunity to catch up before firmly planting her feet into the ground beside the two. Their new home would take time to get used to. It was nothing Leigh had ever seen before. Unfamiliar, just like their new neighbors.

Her glowing eyes did not flicker. Their gaze remained steady and didn't miss the sight of faces she had not yet seen before. New wolves. New friends!

The she-wolf listened carefully during the exchange of words, also noticing the presence of the tiger-wolf as he neared. For now she remained quiet. Perhaps she'd even no unnoticed.