You gotta prove it

Nytiri only looked up from scouting at the presence of another wolf; this wolf smelled of Glaciem and was on pack lands. Nytiri didn't know much about this place or her pack, but it was obvious that the woman belonged in Glaciem. Questions rolled of the woman's tongue after a compliment of her catch. "Thank you miss, the tribe I was born in gave me the name Nytiri." She offered as what she hoped to be a reasonable explanation as to her name. "Princess... sorry, Miss Roman accepted me a day or two ago into the pack." She offered as an explanation further.


When Nytiri had gone off after Roman gave her orders, she had tried to do just what she was asked. She stopped calling Roman a princess, she had found herself a den and she explored. She seemed to have an issue with meeting packmates though, she never saw them. This was the first wolf she had met, who had belonged to Glaciem other than Roman, whom she had met. This was probably since she focused more on prey and guarding than talking and chatting. She knew enough from the tone of the woman to know she was superior, so she gave a bow of her head in respect as well as she let her tail lower to underneath her as a sign that she submitted to the dominant figure in her presence. It was custom to do so where she was from.