Rest at Last -open-

The skittish she-wolf never gave a response to Secret's question, but rather another wolf appeared, answering it for her. Glaciem. Secret had never met a wolf from the Glaciem pack but then again Secret didn't socialize much with anyone outside of Tortuga, unless they were looking to join. The wolf who had spoken was a large white she-wolf, her pelt decorated with copper and cream markings. It was clear that she was an older wolf, but her most distinguishing mark was that she had a lost an eye, leaving an empty socket. She made it down the stone steps without so much as a falter, stopping beside Mercianna, but her stance laid claim on the wolf beside her, protecting her from any harm.

Secret hid her disappointment that only one other Tortugan wolf had been spotted, but she couldn't lose to much hope for this was only one wolf, others may have a different story. The Chief of Glaciem Secret thought this over carefully, speaking to the leader of another pack. Not that anyone was really a threat to one another with all the packs still scattered. Audits twitched when her name was requested. Secret never volunteered her name, but usually gave it when asked. "Secret." lyrics caring across the space between the Glaciem and Tortuga wolves.

The ebony dame look little notice of how Mericanna had stopped talking at this point, the look of near relief on her face telling everyone that she had no problem handing the reins over to someone else. For now sapphire orbs would be settled on the Chief, named Crusade, wondering what help she could provide. "Do you know anything of any of the packs?" while her voice was never monotone, it was carefully stripped of any emotion, making the wolf a difficult one to read. Her manner almost always business like. Orbs remained focused, while audits paid close attention to her surroundings, wondering if anyone one else would make an appearance.