these scars remind me (joining)

Waiting... It was always her least favourite part of this whole process. Torn and frayed ears would swivel atop massive crown in an attempt to listen for anyone who might approach her after her howl both from outside and inside the packlands she had approached. She had experienced battles between packs before and know that it was possible that a rival pack member might chase her off if this pack had enemies. She was tired and did not wish to fight... To live out the rest of her days as a healer would be what she would wish for herself but she fully expected to die in battle one day. She knew what she looked like, could feel the tension of her scars whenever a breeze blew by even on the older healed over ones that had turned silver with age and trauma. She looked like a warrior and though she was not old she felt it, her 6 years of life having wighed heavily on the woman.

The sound of paw falls reached her long before the male's scent did or the sound of the air parting to make way for his form. She stood easily, head lowered as always and tail as low as possible though it was held at a right angle near the middle from a break that had never quite healed properly. He smelt young, strong but young. A yearling perhaps? Head lifted the smallest bit, maw turning to point directly at the male so milky white gaze would fixate on him as though she might actually be able to see. She head a rush of air marking a dip of the head and hers would incline slightly in return. Olympus Clan? His words were strong and sure but a frown would furrow the woman's brow. Who? She had never even heard of them before.

Who was she and what did she require? Head would lift further so it was held almost parallel with her spine, nose pointing slightly to her left so marred face would be directed at him, muscles pulled and contorted into a permanent grin that exposed a few teeth when she did not force lips to close. "Zara Sovari at your service dear Hermes. I have come to learn more about your pack. Could you tell me of your leader, ideals and pack in general? " She rumbled, voice scratchy and harsh to the ears. She had never had a lovely voice like some, born with a deeper gruffer voice that had only grown harsher as the years wore on.

Speech!