Hoshor Plains Before the Bugle

The sound of her name had her stopping and turning to greet with a smile the wolf who had spoken it. Looking at the other wolf was unerringly like looking at a sibling her colors were more separated and dusted with hints of brown, Heph noted the marked intonation of words. "Indeed." She confirmed, she searched her mind for the scent and the sound and the sight of the face, but she was fairly sure she did not know the wolf before her. It made sense that some in the gathering would know her name without her knowing theirs - she had offered several of the alphas present to make introductions and she supposed they may have given a description of her to any number of wolves as someone to help. Her voice was warm, a hint of teasing. "A pleasure. I'm afraid we haven't met, I'd certainly remember a face like yours." A light to her eyes, but she moved on from it quickly.

Her voice tilted up into a question, unsure why she had been sought out. "What can I do for you...?" She trailed off, allowing the double question of both the wolf's identity and her intentions to hang in the air. The wolf smelled of the many camps, but Heph could not detect the scent of a pack beneath it - the stronger scent that would have spoken to belonging - perhaps she had merely missed it or this wolf had come by an invitation by some other means.