Rising Sun Valley Through shadow, to the edge of night.

From the corner of an eye, Paarthurnax spotted a dark figure some distance away. She paused in her tracks to observe as the unknown wolf approached, and she narrowed her gaze to scrutinize him, uncertain. At once her hackles bristled; Noctisardor was no longer uninhabited territory, and soon they would lay official claim to the land. The borders were not marked as strongly as she'd have liked, but it was the duty of the pack to pick off any stragglers who mistook the faintly-marked borders as an abandoned territory.

The crimson beauty arched her tail proudly as she strut forward toward the dark-furred wolf, only to recognize him as a male she'd encountered when she happened across the weird saluting "knight". She relaxed at once, her hardened copper eyes softening as she looked upon the gentle face of her tawny pack-mate. What did he say his name was? Paar wondered, only for him to offer his calling by his own accord. She smiled inwardly, ducking her muzzle politely. "I believe you did on our last encounter," the bi-coloured Frostfur said gently, "so there is nothing to forgive."