Firefly Glen Away From The Tundran Vale

Damn. I got shadow posted.

Another howl, another wolf beckoning a wolf of the Glen to come meet them. This time, however, she was not sleeping, nor did she recognize the voice but still, the silvered valkyrie got to her feet and went to answer. Her own song carried a reply to him, a simple I am on my way. before she set off, looking to the sky to see that day was giving way to night, the curious and ethereal time known as twilight taking over.

There. She spotting him, cast in black and chrome, colors not unlike her own though laid out in a different pattern. In front of him, Antares, a wolf (and nephew!) that she did not know well just yet. One of the Betas had beat her here, it seemed, though it did not drive her away. Instead of leaving, she continued her approach, stopping near her leader and looking to the wolf that had called, wondering what he would say.