Katja had not yet reached her pack after meeting with Ludicael's leadership. Despite the exhaustion dragging at her, the viking had taken one more detour. Right next to the step where she made her own den, right across the border there, was a thicket. Sometimes, when the wind was right as she walked the border, she had scented something strange there, something she'd only scented once before in her travels. It was the scent of one of the big cats, the tiger. She had never battled one, though in her time as mercenary she had very nearly been contracted to fight in a battle against a pack allied with one... disappointingly the conflict had been resolved before it had come to that. It did leave her with the memory of their distinctive scent, and it was in her mind to meet with this tiger and learn more of her pack's unusual neighbor.
Just as she would have for a wolf pack, she stopped short of the strange scent markers delineating the bounds of his territory and, raising her muzzle, let out a low howl seeking his presence. She didn't know if the creature could speak the common tongue of the wolves here, or if he would understand what her howl said, but she knew tigers to be intelligent and capable of it. Even if he did not know the meaning of a howl at the border, hopefully he would be as curious as felines were said to be and come to investigate regardless.