Help Wanted Signs

One benefit of having her pack nestled in the heart of Fenrir's Maw was their proximity to the battlefield. She could often hear the calls and while most went ignored a quiet, wavering howl did catch her attention. Typically she only left the maw for brutal fights like pack challenges or death matches but it wasn't often she hear the call of those seeking homes. Something about the voice of this particular wolf caught her attention though she couldn't quite put her paw on it and in a moment she was on her feet and nimbly navigating her way down to the base of the mountain. She didn't know what to expect really but her confidence had grown by leaps and bounds and she doubted it would be something she couldn't handle and so she opted to leave her bodyguard/aunt Birna snoozing happily away in her den. Well… as happily as Birna could do anything.

Panting lightly she arrived at the battlefield, her nostrils flaring for the scent of others. She eventually found the man she believed to have sent out the call. He was younger than her and clearly worse for wear. "Hello there, are you the one that called a bit back? I'm Karabela, Chieftan of a pack in the east called Ivory Ridge." Raba continued to gaze at the man, sorely wishing she'd taken one of the healers with her or maybe a parcel of meat. The man looked like he could use it.


"Speech"