The howl was an unfamiliar one, but that wasn't much of a shocker these days. Serra was in a new pack, and she knew few of its members save Quelt - and his girlfriend. Her ears twitched in slight irritation at the thought, but it passed as soon as it had appeared. The girl calling for Abaven members was definitely not Irune, and for all Serra's grumpiness about her brother growing up, Serra honestly didn't mind Irune. The girl was nice enough for someone who was stealing her brother's affections. Ah well. There wasn't much to be done now, was there? And at any rate, there was a howl to answer.
Serra stretched lazily before loping towards the source of the howl, legs extending to carry her smoothly across Abaven territory until she spotted the wolfess that had summoned her. A multishaded brown and russet thing - rather pretty, if you were into that kind of thing, she supposed. "Greetings," Serra offered the other a slight inclination of her head as her blue gaze scanned the area, picking out the others that had arrived before her. "My name is Serra Arrow." The casual introduction was second nature to the girl, who had been taught from a young age to be polite to all. Still, she was casually dominant as she stood there with her head held high and her plumy tail extended easily behind her. "What causes you to summon us?" Faint curiosity tinged Serra's tone, though she didn't sound too worked up over the call.
