Ouroboros Spine came down over the sleeping mountains

Harlyn watched subtly and shrewdly as her packmates filed in and greeted their alpha. Nothing alarmed her about the way they all regarded each other, so she allowed herself to relax in their company, turning to give Cara a friendly greeting in exchange for the one she’d been given. There were a couple there whom she did not recognize and it was to them her attention drifted once she had assessed that none of the other females—well, just Cara I suppose—seemed to be making a play for Mordecai’s attention.

Before she could start judging them too much, Mordecai began his announcements. The Cinderloch listened with rapt attention, barely even glancing when Mara made her late entrance. She felt her hackles raise slightly at the girl’s insubordination at speaking upon entering the circle, something she felt etiquette deigned inappropriate due to the interruption it caused. Harlyn relaxed swiftly again, knowing it was not her place to chide the girl, and also that doing so would only cause further interruption. So, she settled in to listen as the beta, Kaname, began his own piece.

She waited a moment before responding, allowing others to speak before her, if only to see what it was they would choose. It seemed that there were many warriors for the pack, so Harlyn opted to fulfill the softer roles that were more akin to her nature. "Caretaker, naturalist and chronicler," she said softly when she found a moment of quiet to fill. Her gaze shifted to Mordecai, curiously only for his reaction to her choices, before shifting again as the conversation continued.