Sarela

She pads into the land, testing the air to see if others are about. She is alone in this new land, and she sorely misses being among other wolves. She lowers her body to the earth and places her head on her paws.

Taijya

Raven fatale pads steedly up the liff, peds moving slowly to find a steedly holding place for them. Nares inhale from the atmospere, a scent caught among the nothingness of the land. Limbs carry the angel towards the fae, trap parting as she speaks."I am Taijya, Alphaess of the Aspen Grove pack. If you are a loner you are welcome to join my pack."