Sun Mote Copse Don't be shy, mortal man.

It was easy enough for Niamh to discern that the pack had a new member once she came across his tracks along the borders. His scent was unfamiliar and it made her bristle when she came upon his pawprints first, though she realized only a moment later that they trailed into the pack's claimed forest only a few feet from where Towhee's tracks led as well. Given the fact the tracks looked to be about the same age, she simply assumed that this was a new recruit. Good enough, she thought- another male to help add to their numbers, and hopefully one who knew how to guard and patrol, so that they'd have yet another pair of eyes along the border. 

Wanting to see for herself who it was that Towhee'd recruited, Niamh dithered through the copse in the area until she caught his scent on the breeze, and followed it until she saw the form of an auburn figure straying through the copse. The scent matched the one she'd caught earlier, but there was still no harm in acquainting herself with him, if for no other reason than to get to know her newest packmate better. She approached with a slow wave to her tail, calling out with an abrupt, but not unfriendly chuff to catch his attention so she could catch up without having to hustle.