The Sunspire my pride gets in the way but what can i say

It seemed that the Sunspire wolves had a talent for sniffing out visitors; before Queenie had even had the chance to make a call, another (possibly) familiar wolf was approaching from the opposite run of the border. The mercenary postured herself accordingly (stance stiff, ears high), hoping to have a more luck at professionalism than she had back at home, but upon noticing the other's slightly distended belly, Queenie couldn't help but soften up.

That was the worst thing about these hormones: they never. Freaking. Stopped.

For a moment, Queenie sat there in awe with her eyes doubling between the other's face and the ground, before realizing how awkward their silence was becoming. Hey, she said coolly, I'm checking in on behalf of Tindómë.