Stavanger Bay sugar, yes you (joining)

Maena had never before seen a beach before, or even the ocean. The crests of waves crashing in, smothered with white foam that bubbled. She almost squeaked in excitement, as the tide would come close only to falter constantly. The smell of sand and sea water would forever be imprinted and become part of her scent "library." She was eager to socialize or rather introduced/greeted by her clan mates. Her ears flicked back when she felt as if someone would possibly approach her. She barely tensed up and decided to delve deep into the forest that she had burst out of earlier. 

The scent of nature consumed all around her and it felt like home. Being a loner and especially a female wasn't as beneficial as being part of a pack. She trotted through the forest eagerly, the comfy dirty ground helped keep her paws from getting damaged. The harder the surface she walked on, the more calluses formed on her paws which annoyed her. Licking her lips she managed to jog her way to a boulder and almost cursed when she almost tripped on a smaller rock.

She made it deeper into the pack's territory eventually, hoping to make a decent impression on the others.

Charon was patrolling the borders when he came upon the scent of a stranger. He instantly puffed himself up, pressing chest forward and raising head and tail proudly to greet whoever paid a visit. Charon followed the scent along the borders until he came upon a white female. Ears pressed forward upon his approach, the freckled youth approached the stranger with his body language dominant, though not hostile, making it clear that she was expected to properly submit.

"What do you want, stranger?" he demanded immediately, wondering if this were a visitor or a joinee -- if it were the latter, he'd have to call for Thistle Cloud for formal acceptance, but he would like to hear them out regardless.