Whitefish River Merlot

permission from Ira to have behind the scenes information

Who was this wolf- Orlaith didn't know Aliana. Slightly did she give a narrowed stare to the other, but smelling Kaistleoki, and a bit of Ira, it was easy to deduct it was yet another member, she had not met. Though they seemed more relatively new, as the scent was not as deep compared to others. Was this the wolf the Count briefly mentioned she could help train?

"Nice to meet you too," then the flamed wolf turned back to Wraen, a friendly grin with a prideful stance, "Kaistleoki has been standing shortly after, while not relatively new, new to those who haven't been in the area for a while. Around summer, was when we were created." Orlaith and Ira at times would patrol together, and every so often would a new detail of Kaistleoki drop from the Count. Their history may not be as rich compared to others, but the group was still growing. Now, she too was growing alongside with it.

Though Wraen mistaken one thing- technically not the highest of ranks, as three others were above herself.

"We once inhabited the plains, so while not particulary territorial, it is a place we hunt. Otherwise, neutrality." With a wave of her paw, she explained as so. The group of trade-wolves were not as territoral as some, and mostly kept within their little land. It was quite lush with prey itself, so they didn't have an official hunting ground unlike some others. Being flourished with fish was also a blessing, so meals were always alright.