Cherrywild
Make me want it.
Micah bowed her head slightly and took two confident steps back, allowing this stranger his space. She was content, for now. His question was quite valid, but her own was similar. A lone wolf was generally a strength to be reckoned with. Especially here.
" The Lupuei have long been a force in these lands, though I suppose in recent years we have migrated east a bit. We follow our prey as well. Though I must ask you the same...Have you been here long? Clearly you have been successful in survival - has the hunt been good here? "
She jerked then as another young wolf in the pack, Hunter, appeared. His scent brought a growl forth from her throat. He had been out...As he often did. She risked a glance back at her mate, and then sighed. Any punishment for his insubordination would be left for now. Micah and Marrok did not need to seem unable to control their own pack in front of this new comer. She cocked her head then, and realized she had jumped over a most common etiquette. She bowed her head once more.
" I apologize. These times have made me brash I am Micah, my mate Marrok-" She nodded toward him. " - leads this pack with my faithful assistance. We are the Lupuei." Her voice cradled a certain pride in those words. " And, if you don't mind, you are? "