In Whispers, the Darkness Calls (joining)

She should not be leaving her pups so much, especially at such a young age, but she felt that her pups were safe. The caves were well protected and hidden, and she was certain her children would not be disturbed.

So she walked out of her goddess' web, eyes narrowing in the sunlight that filtered through the dark canopy. Just in time to hear a low howl calling for someone. One of her own. She responded to it, her stride shedding the stiffness of her body instantly. She had someone to win over into her pack.

He sat by her borders, large, firey. Most of the wolves who came to her borders and followed her matched the tall, dark and handsome description. It was an odd conicedence, and it seemed to the priestess that, if not for the handful of females, she would have a harem all to herself. Not that she was that type of woman, anyway. The Night Queen melted from the shadows as she normally did, crossing the white snow and sitting a few feet away from the newcomer, her indigo eyes reading him intently. "Who comes here at my borders, and at such a late hour?" She said in her serene and sultry voice, though it was not a late hour for her wolves. They were known to be quite nocturnal.