Redtail Rise whose woods these are I think I know

what the woman lacks in sound, she brings in food.

with seven young mouths to feed, and the caches ever at risk of depletion, Avicus won't quibble over silence—especially given the taciturn nature of so many of her own wolves.

it's good fortune that she's patrolling today, and sees the agouti wolf at the border, hare and all. her hackles raise a bit, but the loner seems to pose no threat. though it is odd that she's made no summons, yet also no move into the territory.

what are her intentions here?

who're you? Avicus queries as she approaches, ruddy tail flagging high and proud behind her.