Blacktail Deer Plateau What are you made of?

The voice is familiar, Raid thinks as she lifts her chocolate crown to the sky and squints, ears swivelling towards the direction of the call. She is in the middle of a border patrol, a monotonous job which she is beginning to enjoy for reasons which even she, herself did not know. Maybe it is because it gives her a sense of purpose, something she lacks nowadays. Still, despite hating interruptions and unfinished tasks, Raid is glad for the distraction and after scanning her surroundings swiftly just to make sure the area is clear, she begins to make her way towards the direction of the howl. 

Raid arrives in a meadow where Pema - she recognises her as the source of the howl and greets her with a brief smile - and a male whom she had yet to meet stood. Immediately, the medic wonders if she should sneak off and wait until more wolves arrive before participating as she isn't fond of interacting with strangers or of being a third wheel. Raid forces away her irrational fears, however, and trots forwards, eager to hear the answer to the stranger's question. It's time to interact with her packmates, anyways, and she'd rather it to be sooner rather than later.