A voice lifted at the borders in summons, and Katja, who as had always been her habit had been patrolling, was quick to answer. Slipping through the gargantuan trees that shaded this land, she came upon the stranger in short order and her experienced gaze flicked over the other wolf. An older wolf, though hardly tottering and decrepit. She held herself not with the fearful cringing of an elderly loner, but with a sort of confidence that was easy to approve of. "Heil," Katja said simply to her, coming to a stop as she surveyed the stranger. She cocked her head to the side. "You stand at the borders of Yfir, Erland. What do you seek here?"
