Redhawk Caldera atama-no-nai yama

Marching alongside the border, stopping occasionally only to lay down a fresh scent marker or scan the area, the ursine she-wolf patrolled in an almost casual manner. Today has been a pleasant day and it didn’t feel like much could sour it for her ...or so she thought. It didn’t take her long to notice the small figure loping over the slope and soon standing by the border. They were small, didn’t look familiar, and their tail looked like they had a slight curl to it. She waited to hear a howl; a call for leadership - or anyone - to talk to but there was only silence alongside a look of indecision.


If the stranger was going to stand at their borders and hesitate to announce their presence...well, she’ll help them out and announce hers. Once Aliana was close enough she let out a chuff, notifying the other of her approach.

“Greetings, Stranger. You stand at the borders of the Redhawk Caldera, what brings you here?” Aliana stated in a neutral yet cordial tone.

The scent of the stranger tickled the back of her head with familiarity as with her fat snout, she could pick up a Pack scent. The smell was light, a sign that they’ve been traveling but it was still there. And she has smelt it before… The memories of the plains… of the disrespectful black she-wolf bubbled up as well as Hiero’s word of warning. Yes, she could put a full label on the scent now.

The Saints.

This wolf… was from the Saints. Most likely a scout. They could have possibly been a wolf that has...left the Saints not too long ago. But she wasn’t in the position to just give the benefit of the doubt … not after what she’s heard of them and her own personal experience with one of them. Not just that, she had the pups to think of… Though she doesn’t voice any of her thoughts or worries. Not yet. She waits politely for the stranger to speak while her face stays relatively neutral though her eyes couldn’t help but narrow slightly.