Black Bird Fly

A call alerted the alpha to a call from borders that had been relatively quiet of late. She made a note to go on a reconnaissance soon, to choose a target for Yfir's next raids - even with the possibility of her trades to supplement Yfir's stores winter was coming and with it the starving season - and to learn what events had the southern packs' attention so focused in the south. But for now...

She ghosted through the tall, silent trees toward the dying echos of the call to find a pale wolf with strange markings and mint eyes waiting for her. "Yes?" she asked simply, hooded silver eyes measuring him. He was a loner, not a messenger from another pack, so there were very few options as to what he wanted, but she would make no assumptions. Simply... watched.