Dragoncrest Cliffs There's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home

He seemed somewhat cautious of her, though perhaps he was trying to be polite. She knew her return likely unsettled the litter this year, to have their childhood interrupted by the return of an older sibling they'd probably only heard about. But she hoped her reputation might have preceeded her, and that they might accept her back into the fold. 

He didn't speak up, but Chacal wouldn't press him to. She was hesitant to speak at the best of times as well, unless in the company of those who knew already that she relied on melody to ease her struggling with forming words. 

She'd become quiet adept at plucking the feathers from birds given how often she hunted them, so she was able to strip it down to mostly bare skin when she stood, the naked bird dangling from her mouth. With a jut of her jaw, she dipped down into a playbow. She uttered a soft growl, and flicked her muzzle again in attempt to entice her brother to try and tug the bird from her grasp.