Nachi

The grizzle-hued femme made her way towards the lonely border of Niavo's territory. It was high time she joined a pack, after all. Here was a friend of her brothers, so she ought to get along with him, right? And he was the brother of a carcass that lay rotting at the bottom of the Croal mountains; a desperately lonely soul that had ended his own life.

Scenting along the old border, Nachi threw out a quick, sharp howl to the hybrid. She wanted acceptance into the pack.