And if we could make it great

A call for him. The fourth in such a short amount of time; things were looking up. It was even enough to block out Zephyra's torn expression when she realized that both Kaitlyn and Marina were gone. Shilah, Arvandor, Arcus. Now this wolf. He loped towards the border with ease, a somewhat cheerful emotion flowing through him. He slowed as he neared, blinking at the... thing at his border. It was clearly a wolf, but it was a wolf with... orange and weird lines all over her. It was outlandish, almost monstrous. It was definitely unnatural. Despite that, though, he approached with ease, flicking over the female's form only momentarily, all thoughts locked in his head. "Greetings, stranger. Who are you, and what is your business here?" He held himself proud, strong; he would not appear cowed - not that he was - to another, packless, wolf.