Two Rivers Isle Arthendal, our new home

Her muzzle was pointed to the sky, a haunting melody surging from it and joining the notes of others across the summer air. She howled with pride, with joy and delight, utterly proud to be here, in this moment. The time had come now when their claim was strengthened, made official and made stronger than before, the footsteps of many crisscrossing the isle. This was their Isle, this was Arthendal, and all others would know it. This fact made the femme feel, finally, as if she belonged, here, with her ragtag family.

When the final notes of the claiming howl broke away and drifted further on the wind, another howl rose in the air, this one a summoning. Naturally curious, the femme broke into a quick lope, arriving at the scene in mere minutes. Malice, Burke, and the pups stood there already, to the pair she bowed, submitting with a lowered body and tucked head. This time, it was not only out of tradition or selfishness, but with true respect to the couple before her. 

She sat on her haunches, regal and stately, but a small smile still played on her muzzle. "My Lord, and my Lady. Greetings." she said, addressing them by their true titles now. They had hanged, she realized, as had herself. She was still a warrior, a fighter, and would never cease to be. And yet, she was not the reckless, emotionless assassin she had been before all this, the unfeeling and arrogant woman that looked down on all others. No, she had her family, her pack, now, and it had changed her.