Nimbus Summit Look what I found! Can we keep her, pleeease?

Carlotta brings Doe home while Romilda gets her ass handed to her ;) Not sure who is around but its for all of you! @Doe @Primo @Cecilia @Cyril Ferritti @Giancarlo @Remmy @Giana @Romilda

The excitment between Carlotta and her new bestie was thick as they trotted along the rocky path together. Every once in awhile Lotti would give a little skip or a hop, barely able to contain herself. She was a child again. After learning that Doe was on her own with no family nearby, the Ferretti female refrained from asking too many serious questions. Instead she offered to take her friend home and had been exchanging meaningless banter.

There was a shadow of doubt flickering across Carlottas mind now and again. Would her Father accept the Loner his daughter brought before him? Or would he condemn Doe to isolation and loneliness?  The Don was a fair man, when his family was not in danger, but the problem of an extra mouth to feed never crossed the young girls mind. Which was unusual given her clever and wise nature. Just went to show how desperate Lotti was to have a playmate and companion. 

Much of this new found glee was due to the tiny budding flora that could be seen, slowly returning to the Teekon Wilds. As the scent of the Ferretti Clan began to strengthen, the cream and ginger femme turned to the other.
"So, as I told you our family name is Ferretti and my father is the Don. Which is Alpha. His name is Giancarlo and my mother is Giana. I don't know who is around right now but...hopefully someone is!" 
Out of the eight other wolves surely there was bound to be atleast a few hanging around.

Feel free to attack her, if that's what your characters would do.

Doe followed after her younger companion, her mind in a haze of anxiety and savage joy. Her heart was beating out of her chest, her tongue lolling wetly out of her mouth. There was drool dribbling down her chin, and she had to remind herself several times to lick it up - It's a sign of sickness, said a gentle voice in the back of her mind. The voice sounded like her own, but different. Her voice from a long time ago, maybe. When she was strong and confident and surrounded by her pack.

She could not afford to appear sick. Wolves were pack animals, yes, but when they could afford to be discerning, they were very picky about who they allowed into their midst. Her own beloved alpha would never have allowed a dangerous wolf into his pack, and had chased even friendly loners away from their territory if they showed even the smallest hint of ill health.

So she tried her best to look dignified - closing her mouth and letting her tail hang limp behind her, instead of curling up between her legs. She cleaned the slaver off her jaws and affected a careless trot, attempting to mimick Carlotta's easy lope.

You get one chance, the voice told her. One chance, Doe. Please. I can't be alone.

Gonna assume this takes place right before she goes to fight Aerowyn.

Giana, as usual, was stilling in a place where she could gaze over her family and their temporary camp. Today it was a boulder, and she lounged sleepily across it in the early sun. Soon, she would go off on her usual check of what she'd chosen in her mind to be their territory, even when no borders were set. Their scent was thick in the area though, and certain parts of the woods were marked, so it was hard to think this land was unoccupied. 
So when that scent changed, the self-proclaimed leader of the family in Giancarlo's absence slid off of her perch and trotted towards it, hackles and tail rising every step and ears pressed forwards. The scent of her daughter was noted, and the ivory woman's step quickened to a gallop as if she thought Carlotta was in danger.
Had it not been the pale coat of her daughter she saw first, Gia may very well have attacked on the spot. She'd been particularly temperamental with strangers since her other daughter, Romilda, got into a fight. Luck smiled on Doe that day, and Giana slowed to a halt with her lips curling slightly. Her stormy eyes were steeled on the brown girl, but her strained words were clearly for the escort of this pair.
"Who is this, Lotti?"

here's Cecilia! She probably won't say muc

Cecilia looked at Carlotta and the other wolf. Then she looked at Giana. Cecilia smiled, but did not say anything, as she was a wolf of few words. Carlotta was Cecilia's favorite niece, but of course no one knew. Cecilia wondered where Carlotta had found this strange other wolf. Cecilia saw the other wolf try to look dignified, saw Giana look steely at the stranger. The grey woman stayed in the background, but would obviously be ready to fight should the need arise.
Cecilia herself hadn't made any friends, but Cecilia wasn't a friend making type. She could stick by her family, and whoever seemed worthy to them would be worthy to her. She was silently judging the other wolf for herself as well though, making sure that she wouldn't be a harm to the family.