A call rang out, enticing Katja to stop in her tracks and listen. An unfamiliar voice, a masculine voice, summoning the pack to meet. No doubt this was the male Vaughan had tasked with battle training, a subject of particular interest for the mercenary. She deviated in her path, making her way in the direction of the call on silent paws. Once in view however, she couldn't quite stop herself from quirking a brow. The only wolves to have appeared were a black-masked male - no doubt the one who called - and a few pups. One was a stranger, though she bore the scent of the pack - Katja was sure she'd seen the pup at the meeting though she'd given no thought to her at the time. It was good that she dared show up at a battle training session. One was the timid child of Raisa, and Katja gave her a wholly approving nod at her initiative. The child's fox friend earned nothing but a coldly appraising glance as Katja approached.
She sent her gaze winging toward the man, inclining her head in acknowledgement. "Heil," she spoke in murmured greeting to the entirety of the small group. She sat back somewhat apart from the younglings, holding herself aloof, the lines of her body speaking of imminent action, as was usual. Her ears flicked, searching for the sound of pawsteps. Were they to be the only wolves in attendance?
