Dragoncrest Cliffs But son, please keep a steady wing

Etienne's call startled Chacal slightly. Not because it was an emergency, but simply because she'd been close enough that his voice was clear and bright. Her son never raised his voice any more than what was needed, anyway, so it wasn't often she caught his howl this close. This was also the beauty of being often on patrol- it meant that she might be close by when a call came up. 

Her nose twitched as she approached, taking in the scents of her children as well as the scent of another. When they came into view, she took note of the sharp-featured wolf with her young ones, a stranger whose scent was fresh and wild. Etienne's posture was sturdy and slightly tense, her daughter was relaxed and hopeful, though there was a slight hint of anxiety in the corners of her lips that only a mother would notice. 

She approached with an even step, halting once she'd reached her children. Given that Etienne had been the one to call out, she turned her gaze to him, after appraising the stranger to be young and healthy...Non-threatening in demeanour thus far. This was a learning experience for her children, but she was a lenient teacher. "Who be dis?" She asked, her voice melodic.