This Is Your Time, You Better Take It [Meeting]

Fern's ears perked at the call back. She raised her head from where she'd been sniffing at the ground, and trotted across the border. While on her way, Fern took careful note of the flora and fauna around her. Fern wove through the trees, examining each one, and perked her ears at every scritch-scratch of prey. Though she was going at a swift pace, her careful eyes missed nothing. Every shadow, every leaf was noted. This, she thought, was essential to moving into new territory.
Soon, her ears shot up at a new sound-- voices. This must be where the wolves were. Ears perked, Fern poked her head between two trees, and caught a glimpse of the pack. About a dozen pack wolves stood around, chatting to one another. One member's coat stood out of the rest. It was like fire, like the volcanoes she'd been told about in legends, blasting their flaming breath into the sky. This wolf-- they were magnificent. Fern shifted her gaze from the flame-wolf for a bit, eyes resting on a green-eyed wolf who, as she listened to him speak, must have given the call. Male, by the sound of him. He must be the one in charge. Fern flicked her tail once and stepped out of the shadows, her smoky coat catching the light. She flicked her gold eyes toward the leader and bowed her head in greeting and respect.
"Well met, leader," she said, her voice smooth as liquid silver. "I have come to join this pack, if it is your will to allow me to do so."