Ashes to Ashes

With eerie grace the woman would walk in the thinning ash of the storm. It seemed for the moment that the precarious winds would blow the ash away from the thick of the land, thinning it, making it easier for the dame to breath and go about her duties. The tribal marked fea would plod through the snow, taking time to check upon scents of her pack-mates as she passed, trying to make sure that they would be okay. The strange scent of a wolf she didn't recognize would gather her attention, pulling her from her thoughts and she would turn, following it, a soft bark leaving her jaws to call attention of this wolf who's scent was slowly molding into Glaciem, which meant that the wolf was a new member to the pack. Since the ash was thinning, it was a good time to get to know her new pack-mate and figure out what this strange wolf was made of.