Isis

.|Ebonite femmora treds upon strange terra. Orbs glance around and ears press back against skull. head is held high yet tail is tucked in submission to lord. Claws rake the soil as plume untucks behind she-wolf. Dove reclines to powerful haunches. Howl erupts from larynxal depths, a cry to let all others know she has come....|.

Firewalker

The masculine is alerted by the howl, and rises from his resting position. He slowly nears the damsel, and gives a nod of acceptance. She was welcome in the pack. But she was to be gentle to the elder wolf Aquila, for they were friends and he would not permit harm to him.

Isis

.|*Respect is shown t'ward alpha o' this terrain. Orbs flick about the terra, watching other wolves carefully. Wench Reclines to a sphynix like position. Paws spread in front o' she. A silent search went on in mind o' demoness*|.