Blackfeather Woods the 10th of sun's height

Already present on the borders, the Morta wasted no time on arriving to their caller — a dark smudge that faded into smoke at the bottom. Jakoul, a creature used to cowering and skirting around, seemed rather confident in this moment. Tail giving a few small waves over her spine as she slowed her pace to a stop before the stranger. Their scent revealed nothing special. No danger was present in the air. Peace fell over the Morta before she spoke. Welcome. Help? The last word posed as a question. Did she seek something from the wolves of theses woods?