Can't Make It On My Own [joining]

Once more on the borders, this time Qanik was pacing the thin strip of land connecting their gorge territory to the lake, the most distant of their lands. It was not an earthquake that interrupted her patrol this time, but the rising of a thin, unfamiliar howl from the lake area. Though it was not her duty nor her privilege to accept new members, she altered her path and speed to carry her in that direction. Partly it was curiosity, and partly it was caution. It was her duty as a warrior to protect the borders and to protect her alpha, and Roman would no doubt also appear at the call, if she were in the territories. So, it would be best for her to be there, as backup if nothing else.

Her steps slowed as she came into sight of the lake and the wolf there among the ice pillars. On the small side for a male, though taller than she and long-legged. A runner, she would guess, not a fighter, though she'd known wolves of his build who were quite fierce in battle so she would not discount it.

Pawsteps quiet on the ice, she slipped ghost-like among the structures as she approached him. Stopping near him, her thick ears were back though her posture was mostly relaxed. Ready, but not frightened or threatening. Confident.

"You know you have trespassed on Tortuga's land?" she rumbled. Eyes studied the young male with veiled curiosity as she evaluated him. His coat would blend well in many seasons, though perhaps not so well in the parts of the north where ice held sway year round. A good hunter, perhaps, with training. "What is your name, wolf?" Her question was brisk, firm though not harsh. She didn't want to terrify the boy, after all.



speech.