She would not be among the first to arrive that would arrive, that much would be assured if only by the aching in her bones as she rose to answer the dark male's call. It had been obvious at their meeting upon the borders he was hesitant about allowing her in, that she didn't exactly present much promise to the fledgling pack was no doubt upon his mind. Still she would not allow herself to wither away simply because she had found a pack.
The elder would arrive, clearly having just missed some sort of altercation, with a glance at the wolves around her she then turned emerald gaze upon Rune, giving him a deep respectful dip of her head, a remnant from her years under her brother's rule. Then with a heaving sigh she lowered herself upon her haunches, paws screaming in joy as she finally took her weight off them.
"Speech"
