Let's get down to business

Corbie glanced up from the chaos in the sheep pen, where she and Tam were working on sorting through the sheep after their long journey here and sorting them into slightly smaller breeding groups. This area had been used for pasturage several times before, from the time when Tornach had kept elk here to more recently when the now-defunct Fireside had kept sheep, and it was ideally suited for it. The pack, Avalon she had decided to call it, from vague memories of stories her mother had told her as a pup long ago, was far too small to do much of what she hoped to do, but she could at least split the herd into three to allow for separate lines. They could manage that much with the few they had here, at least. But right now she heard someone calling at the new borders for the alpha, which meant her apparently, though she was still getting used to it.

She glanced over to Tam, who waved her off without concern. They'd gotten them mostly separate at this point anyway so he could handle what was left. As Corbie agilely vaulted the fence to go to the border, a slightly shaggy boulder rose to accompany her. Ren, a dog who had chosen to join her after a recent trading expedition from her clan to drop off a new ram to them had been a big interrupted by her and Tam moving the sheep to a new location, heaved her burly frame up to follow her. She'd been a flock guardian for her clan and still acted as one here, but she seemed to consider Corbie her primary charge rather than the sheep themselves. Corbie tolerated it because the company was good, but who was going to try to attack her? She sighed, but nodded to Ren as the gray dog fell into step beside her.

The wolf waiting at the border was young, with a bandaged paw that spoke of some kind of injury or other, though Corbie was no trained healer to recognize what it had been based off a bandage. "Hello," she greeted with simple friendliness when she had come upon the girl. "I'm Corbie, alpha of this pack. What can I do for you?"