Firefly Glen time well met,

She nodded at the prospect of a trial—appreciated it, even. A sign that not just any wolf could slither into the ranks. 

Arnarkla moved to follow, gaze resting on Ameline as she spoke. Whelps aside, it sounded like a small pack. Familial, intimate. Her eyes shifted to Cole when he gave his own thoughts on the mate, Ancelin. She wondered if it was Ameline who stood furthermost on the helm. Outside of the family, it seemed Cole and Milana were the only other members. 

He uttered a chance of finding a home in them. The mountain wolf hummed softly in a thought of her own. 

But there were other logistics to delve into. 

May I ask of the Valley's values? What you strive to achieve and represent?