Knock knock

Fog rolled around the mountains, slipping through the trees on a surprisingly quiet autumn morning. The typical bustle of forest creatures silenced by the darkening clouds overhead that threatened rain at any moment. A rain that might be one of the last before winter moved in. Gathering had been going reasonably well she supposed but Karabela wished they were making more progress. Even though they weren't in the north the altitude and forbidding terrain of Fenrir's maw was likely to make this one of the most difficult winters she'd ever attempted to weather. Well, she wanted a pack built on vigilance and perseverance and this was certainly one way to do it.

Karabela rose to her feet at the sound of a howl on the borders. A new member perhaps? Swiftly she descended down from her perch. Her body was growing more used to the terrain by the day and she navigated nimbly down toward her border where a russett, blue-eyed man waited. "Greetings, I'm Karabela Thyre, Chieftan of Ivory Ridge. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Speech"