a word of welcome and of warning

Though her relationship with neighboring packs was not one of her biggest concerns, she knew that her pack's relationship with their closest neighbor, Threar, had to be addressed. They were a pack of mainly Destructions, or so Jupiter had told her, and her former Sol had kept a fair number of the family captive. What sort of reaction she might get from the leader, or leaders, she was not sure, but it was something she was unwilling to ignore. There were Destruction wolves among her own, there out of their own free will rather than force, and she wanted no harm to come to her own pack because of it.

There was little hesitation in Epiphron's step as she made her way to the borders of the lands, careful to not overstep their boundaries. Only when she comes close to their home does she lift her muzzle to the sky, letting loose a howl for whoever might be in charge here. There is confidence in her posture as she comes to rest on her haunches, remembering just how daunting talk of politics can be and wanting to get this meeting over as quickly as possible.