Kaliska was taking stock of the warm summer air, her sleek limbs shifting under her fiery coat as she trotted along the border on her afternoon patrol. A commanding bark caught her attention in the distance and her eyes narrowed. The voice was male and one she didn't recognize. Hackles and fur raised, ears down she bolted toward the sound, banner held high. Kaliska skittered to a stop as she came upon the gathering, relieved that Raisa was there and they didn't seem to be in immediate danger.
Her defenses fell to the wayside the vixen's body language still eminated suspicion of the albino male. He was a large brute, well built and of obvious rank. He smelt of pack and the cologne of the north and the strange metal bands he wore made her nose twitch with curiosity and discomfort. Kaliska would never be able to tolerate such things rubbing against her skin. She wondered how the brute dealt with it? And to risk the metal reflecting and scaring away prey? He'd have to be of great rank indeed for she doubted he'd server his pack well as a hunter.
She offered a soft smirk. "A gentleman caller already? How quaint." A jest, a test and her tone shifted more serious. "You're a fair way from home, northerner. It must be? important business?"
