never mess with fire or you could just be burnt

The gray and faded red wolf had found herself wandering near the borders more and more often as of late. She wasn't entirely sure why; perhaps it was the tempting new opportunities that the lands outside of Seracia offered, or perhaps it was simply that she liked those areas. Their new homeland was a strange place compared to the Delta that had once been their home before the drought had hit. It was still taking Kamala time to get used to it, this strange land.



But when the sound of her brother's bark echoed in Kamala's ears, Kamala adjusted her path immediately, breaking into a lope as she crossed the distance between herself and the source of that call. As she moved swiftly forward, the scent of another wolf, a stranger, reached her nose. Her nostrils twitched as she felt her muzzle wrinkling up slightly, but her expression was smoothed by the time that she reached her brother and the strange red wolf.



"Maverick, Madam." Kamala greeted her brother smoothly, glancing at him curiously, a questioning expression on her features as she flicked her gaze meaningfully towards the red wolf. What was going on? Why had this wolf come to their borders? To join, perhaps? But if that was the case, why had Kamala not heard a howl to summon someone to the edge of their lands? Whatever was going on, Kamala would back her brother up for sure.