Moonspear and born to follow

Time passed slowly, but Esme could wait. She seated herself with her tail wrapped neatly around her front paws, wearing a serene expression.  In reality, it took only moments for her call to be answered. 

The footsteps were quiet but Esme's ears were keen. Then the she-wolf appeared, a stunning one, with pale eyes and a coat of coal and smoke. Before the woman spoke Esme was already on her feet, tail and ears lowered in observance of the other's superiority. 

Moonspear. It was a fitting name for the pack's territory. "Hello, miss" she spoke. "I am Esme Innisfree. I followed the scent of a blood relative here... I don't know whose scent it is," she explained this as simply as she could, aware that it might be a confusing tale. "But I was hoping to join your ranks. I am not sure... where else to turn."