Sarela

Femme skirts the boarder uncertainly, nose to the ground. She wishes to join but is not willing to subject herself to pain in order to gain entry. She sits outside the boarder, letting her prescence be known with a howl.

Taijya

The raven hued fatale lifted her dial, nares inhaling deeply, catching the scent of a newcomer on the wind. Mynx slowly trots towards the scent, hackles raising as a low growl is emmited, only a warning to the vixen. If she wished to become part of the cadre she would show respect.