beg for it,

So immersed was she in her search that she nearly missed the others approach. But when Chehlia had heard the light-footed wolf, her head whipped in that direction and her eyes widened slightly. Chehlia knew she shouldn't be so nervous, there wasn't any real reason to be yet, but she had no support or no one to lean on, no anything. She longed for any one of her siblings to just appear, and willed it with all of her everything. It was not to be. And that was when the other spoke.

The Ostrega woman blinked, and nodded quickly, agreeing with the others statement. It would seem that the idiomatic cat had caught her tongue. Chehlia, even after smelling the other, could not be sure whether or not the tawny stranger in front of her was a pack wolf herself. There was a vast amount of scents on her, and there was not-a-one that indicated any one thing to her. She was too new to be sure whether or not one meant that the other was in a pack. The scents were foreign to her, and she was just a stranger in a strange land.