Duskfire Glacier Give me something to believe in

She's patrolling the borders when she hears the call; it isn't for her, but she feels compelled to answer nonetheless. The yearling sets off for the source, steps quick, and arrives shortly. There's a pale woman she doesn't recognize, but her scent tells her she's a packmate— the one who'd called. Beside her is a stranger, a sturdy male painted in greyscale.
Hello, She greets as she approaches, dipping her head to the woman she assumes is another of Siarut's sisters. Perhaps she's brought this stranger to join, as Siarut had done with her. A recruit? She wonders aloud, voice friendly, and glances between the two for an answer.