Blacktail Deer Plateau safe upon your bed of moonlight

If the new wolves were avoiding her, Rosalyn hadn't caught on.  She'd barely noticed any had joined, and it wasn't until she crossed their scents she knew.

As soon as she realized, she was curious.  They'd carved a routine here, no matter how "wrong" her family saw it, and any changes to that merited some investigation.  It had been a long while since Rusalka had seen new faces.

The one she found was speaking strange words when she arrived, and they sounded... upset?  She couldn't quite catch it, nor did she know the tongue spoken.  Rosalyn waited, patiently, until the other woman finished.