Met upon the stars

The call that came from the border for her was one that was vaguely familiar. Had she heard it before? Warily the alpha approached the border to find that the caller indeed was a vaguely familiar one. She had seen that brown and white form in the past, had known of the crippled alpha Arian. She had refused an alliance with this wolf's pack - a pack that she had been certain had fallen apart not long after. How had she managed to regain a pack? Katja couldnt see the fawning crippled woman having taken one by force but it wouldnt do to be caught by surprise if it were so.

"Arian," she said simply as she came upon the border, her voice cool and clipped, and watched the other woman with an outward indifference awaiting what, if anything, she could possibly want.