[IC Joining] when the night overrules everything else

There had been several requests for attention at Noctisardor borders since the pack's establishment, but Paarthurnax had mostly remained in the background of them. With so many things to prepare for the cold season's arrival before the Autumn frost claimed the fragile plants she required, her time spent bonding with new pack-mates had been cast aside in favour of building her cache. Now that her herb stores were well stocked and with several supplies drying during the days, she was satisfied to leave things be for the time being and mingle with her companions.

Making her way promptly to the territory outskirts, the crimson healer soon discovered a pale-furred loner and a tawny subordinate. Paarthurnax chuffed a greeting to the young male and eyed the outsider curiously, her tail arching dominantly over her hindquarters. She was not normally a creature to flaunt her title, but in the presence of other she-wolves she could not deny the niggling concern that one could potentially snatch away her partner and the rank by his side she sought to one day claim. Silent with the assumption that the subordinate male had already addressed their visitor, her copper gaze did not drift from the wolfess' ivory features.