A Warlord's Welcome

The ebony woman had spent a good portion of the morning putting the finishing touches on her den. The furs that Resin had gifted to her had made the biggest difference in making this place feel like home and it had encouraged her to really shape her makeshift den into something more permanent. She had gathered a small pile of thin branches and had spent some time using them to reinforce the entrance and walls that she had dug out a few days before just to make sure her handiwork wouldn’t come crumbling down any time soon.

Just as she was finishing up her work, an unexpected howl caught her attention and it took her a second to realize that the call was directed toward her. It caught her off guard and she quite nervous as she slipped out of her den and went to make her way toward the center, communal pack area since it seemed that was where it had originated from. Tamsyn began to wonder if maybe she had done something wrong or they had changed their mind about letting her stay, but she did her best to keep these thoughts at bay. Her pale, mint eyes found the massive male that was clearly waiting for her. She trotted over to meet him, giving him a respectful nod of her head when she came to a stop across from him. ”Hello,” she said in greeting, though her posture and expression still showed her nervousness mixed with her curiosity. ”Did you call for me?”