Bearclaw Valley Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain

Not one stranger but two; three, and the third one spoke. Her hackles flared and she leapt back from the pale one with a high growl. Athalia's appearance offered her a place to retreat. She pressed to her sister's side, silently flashing fangs at the stranger who had spoken even as the growl died in her throat.

But her eyes were softer for the silent pair. When the woman reached out she did not move, and her lips slowly smoothed back over her teeth. Amneris was very still as she watched her, shooting wary glances toward the pale wolf every few moments.