you didn't send me no letter

If anything, the encounter was awkward -- the swarthy female almost felt the need to insist that her nose wasn't broken, but it would seem the silver she-wolf was willing to let this one slide. Hardened herself, with little patience for those outside of her 'group,' Vega found this to be an intriguing outlook to life.

Her initial assumption that the wolf before her was the Alpha might have been wrong. Blinking her green eyes, she studied the other carefully, uncertain of what to say now -- FitzDutiful seemed a strange name to her. "I am.. But.. I've been scouting out the packs in the area to determine which is a better fit," she offered, pausing momentarily as she felt her muscles relax. Yet somehow, given the rather pleasant and patient conversation that was happening now, Vega wondered if perhaps she simply needed to stop the search. "Can you tell me more about your pack? And the others in this land?"