Swiftcurrent Creek you left the light on

A single, delicate brow lifted as the call echoed across the horizons of her home. Lethe shifted her figure, leisurely stretched out upon a blanket of snow in a clearing, one paw precariously tucked beneath her chest while the other rested protectively over a half eaten rabbit. A rumbling sigh escaped her then -- this was a voice she was not familiar with, and yet she had heard the melodic notes before. Lifting herself, sparse snowflakes falling from her figure, the regal bent down, scooping her kill in her jaws before staking out the direction the cry had come from.

Who was she to deny the beckoning of one of her loyalists?

As it would seem, the she-wolf was not far from the other female. Stopping only to place her rabbit in one of the food caches that had started for the Creek wolves, Lethe would cover the distance between her and her pack mate, her eyes soon falling upon the rusted figure of the petite Nu.

Her tongue slipped past her tainted lips then, tasting the blood that still satiated her jaws from her meal. Her eyes were indifferent as she studied the she-wolf, and lifting herself to announce her rank and presence, she trailed closer, studying the female, and yet remaining quiet. After all, she had been summoned -- it was now up to the other to initiate the conversation.