Her body of white moved smoothly across the ground, and she looked as if she were scared, out of place, and worried. By coming here, she was hoping that she could make an alliance. If she stayed here, maybe they would become allianced with the Sedge creek pack. Which in turn, would make them allianced with the Shadow Lurkers and all the others. White pads halted on the very border, and her eyes searched the barren terrain uncertainly. Without warning, she raised her white tiara, and let loose a howl of welcome, a song of happiness and warmth. She was a gentle creature, and the black cross upon her heart was bared to the world. As if she were wishing for anyone to try and harm her. she lay down now, and waited calmly. Silently.She smiled, and waited.

Out of the black brush he padded, pale yellow orbs watching out of a light greyish-brown face at a still figure on the ground. He had heard her call from the den, and had run hear at an alarming pace. A new wolf to join his pack made him very excited. So far only two tigers had entered his lands, and he was eager to meet another wolf.

He stepped from the brush a few feet away from the fae, and howled his greeting to her. His bushy grey-black tail was held high, his ears erect, leaving no doubt who the alpha male of the pack was. He stood before the femmora, a kind of fierce gentleness in his eyes.

"Hello, huntress. I am Kahota. And what is your name? I would ask what brings you here, but I have a fair idea. You seek a place to belong to, a place to call home. You may find all those things hear, if you wish to stay."

He watched her intently, awaiting her response.

Her body tensed as the new male came, and she surveyed him as she surveyed everyone ; Through eyes that have seen to much, and a body that has felt to much pain. They call me Traitor, for my family has disowned me. I seek acceptance to your pack, gentle Kahota, and hope that this pleases you. She spoke carefully, trying not to offend him in any way. Offending meant pain, and pain was never a good thing. Her banner was low, but it waved a bit and she gave him a faint smile, never quite meeting his eyes out of respect. Are there many others, here? She asked. Her voice was a soft melody, one that seemed like a song even as she merely spoke.

He gave his tail a slow wag, showing that he meant no harm, before taking another step forward. He saw the scars that littered her body, and knew that there were more that littered her soul.

"Traitor, that is an interesting name. You don't seem like a traitor to me. Maybe one day you'll tell me your story. You seek acceptance, you have found it here. Most of us here have a past that haunts us, even if the scars aren't visable. Hunt, sleep, and thrive here. You have my blessing."

He saw the ghost of a smile cross her lips, and felt himself smile in return.

"There are three others. Two tigers, they are gentle despite their size, and another female canine, I'm not sure of what breed, though. I hope you find happieness among us."

Her voice was soft and soothing, like a gentle luliby. It made him feel relaxed.