Moonspear few experiences, what you really are

Two weeks and Norah had got a good first impression of where she had landed this time. And old family, related wolves leaving very little room to outsiders and even then they stood on the lower tier. Two distinct lines in terms of appearances - one to the more classical agouti colouring, the Dirge faction. The other taking after the queen - dark as shadows with a distinct aura of subtle danger about them. Plenty of children - Norah had made a point to avoid them. Even one was too many for her. 

The choice of land - excellent. They had only one stretch of border to protect, the rest being guarded by that inaccessible mountain range. One should be very stupid to attempt to trespass from the wrong side. The place felt like a fortress to Norah and even without knowing anyone very well, the rogue felt safe. If she played her cards well, earned trust, she might get away with plenty of mischief, while among these people. But that will have to wait. The winter was long and at this point she was not willin to jeopardize her chances of survival. 

Therefore now, while the novelty of this place had still not worn off, she remained sitting quiet and contemplative, observing the wilderness below from the stone throne she had chosen to occupy.