For the Love of Poem

An unfamiliar male voice sounded at the edge of the territory. Theory set her teeth on edge and headed towards the sound, signaling Alouette to follow her along in the sky. The handy thing about all of them having ravens meant that they could communicate across great distances - if any Lou caught hint of any trouble, she'd bring Rhyme and Poem to the border's edge just as fast as a raven could fly. It was comforting, especially when she didn't recognize the voice at the border. Strangers calling didn't happen often. Theory made good time, approaching the stranger slowly and with a wariness to her eyes. It wasn't often that she ran into a wolf larger than her outside of the family besides Sirius and his uncommonly huge brood. The young alpha flagged her short tail as high as it would go to signal her rank and lifted her chin just a hair before addressing Sparhawk. "Hello. What brings you to Abaven?" she inquired genially. Alouette roosted in the tree nearby, her dark eyes staring intently down her beak for any sign of distress from her mistress.