Redsand Canyon remando

everyone present has been assigned new names by diesel

Diesel was severely out of the loop. But, that was what she got for dedicating her time to building mass, pissing new border marks and chasing bunnies (discovering that she was fiercely untalented as a hunter, but refusing to admit so) instead of interacting with her "comrades". There were some fresh faces she eyed from the distance, and she had to admit - she liked that the pack now smelled distinctly more bitchy. Or, well, she-wolfish, to be accurate to the species.

Trouble was, she didn't know anyone's names. Well, alright, maybe that wasn't too big a problem. She could always give them more fitting ones in her brain, as she did even after proper introductions.

The dog was returning from patrol, which took her halfway down the mountains before she determined the weather was not on her side and turned back, when the call reached her ears. While she was still uneducated in the intricacies of long distance wolven communication, she was pretty sure this was the first time Boss-o made such a howl. It sure got her to quicker her pace, in case anything interesting might be happening.

Upon arrival her eyes went over the Boss and the Hen by his side, took in the forms of her sparring buddies Shitface and Cop, and then, as if by some magnetic force, were drawn to the two new additions to the gang.

One was a creamy white thing with swathe of chocolate across her face and underbelly. Built so lithe, so fine, that for sure she was either teenaged, or stunted. Either way, Diesel didn't mind. She knew how to admire petite beauty.

Sweet Cream.

The other was also well-built, but in a different way. Black and grey, she looked fit as hell, muscled like someone used to good work and mild meals. She, also, brought with her the sharp scent of herbs Diesel now knew were used by the wolves' equivalent of veterinarians.

Black Tea.

As she passed by to take her place next to fellow soldiers, the molossoid gave the girls a saucy wink, string of drool dripping from her jowls.

She seated herself next to Shitface, purely to spite him.