Redhawk Caldera vanillabark

Medb had been biding her time, learning the territories and routines to figure out how she might best fit in, and what her plan even was to begin with. Usually she had a strategy, but this had been a mere whim driven by the hunger pains in her belly… and so with it came the uncertainty of what came next. She would need to figure it out fast.
 
She had carved out a den about halfway up the caldera from the boundary line that marked the strange pack. It oddly enough reminded her of home, of the peaceful bliss that she had known in the Sidh before she had been whisked away from it so cruelly. She had shamefully not gotten to know many. She had met Eljay, and spoken with him when she had been accepted into the ranks, but apart from that other wolves had simply seemed to elude her, though not through her own intentions.
 
That was when she caught sight of another, a female. She offered a soft smile, going for a friendly attitude as her tail wagged softly from side to side and she let out a soft bark in greeting.