Can't Make It On My Own [joining]

She cocked her head to the side as he spoke. Friendly, polite for a trespasser, the young wolf was well-spoken. "Rarely is there good reason for trespassing," she noted. "Had you chosen a different pack's lands to wander you may not have been given a chance to explain. Crossing pack boundaries are not to be taken lightly, youngling." Warning laced her words; he would do well to heed them, for she had seen many a seemingly gentle pack turn on an intruder and destroy them. "It is considered polite to call from the other side of the border, not within it."

There seemed something... off about the young man as he smiled and spoke to her. Not enough for her to feel it necessary to run him off, but enough for her to be watchful. It could be that he was just unused to social norms, rather than anything sinister. "Day," she greeted, dipping her muzzle slightly. "I am Qanik."

He spoke of wanting to join the pack, to speak with the leader, and Qanik considered it. "I see no reason you can't speak with her," she assured him. "Though I cannot guarantee you will be accepted. That will be, of course, her decision to make. Excuse me."

Qanik moved a short distance away, her attention still focused on the boy in case he tried anything. Her square muzzle pointed to the sky and a low song arose, a call specifically for Roman. If she'd heard the boy's first call she was probably already on her way, but Qanik wanted to be sure.



speech.