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OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in!
Ciara had been snoozing, taking a break from her scouting. The yearling had been to almost every one of the neutral territories surrounding New Dawn’s territory. Such a venture served to exhaust her during the day, and the mottled subordinate often arrived back at the den just as night was falling. She missed pack meals, finding rodents along her way back home and sneaking quietly into the den so as not to wake anyone. She knew that she should be spending more time with her pack, and now that her mission was nearly over she knew she’d get that bonding time.
She had just settled down, crossing her paws and setting her chin on top of them. Earth-coloured eyes had just closed when the strange wolf’s howl filled the air. Quickly, Ciara lifted her head up and got to her feet, velvety ears swivelling to determine just where the call was coming from. She was unsure if it was her duty to meet wolves at the borders, but then she didn’t know what she was supposed to be doing half the time. The concept of pack life was still very new to the young wolf, having only been a member of the pack for a week.
As she crested a hill on her way to the stranger, she got a view of her, and of one of her pack-mates. So the wolf had already been greeted. With a slight huff, Ciara sat on the crest of the hill and looked down at them, trying to figure out if she should join or just leave it to the pack-brother. She didn’t recognize him, but she could tell he wasn’t one of her leaders. Maybe he needed some help?
Slowly, with a soft bark of warning, Ciara jogged down the hill and over to the pair. She approached carefully, first sniffing at her pack brother to figure out just who he was. The only scent she recognized was the particular New Dawn smell they all shared, and she picked up hints of fowl on him as well. Gently, and affectionately, the yearling poked her mottled nose in against her pack-mate’s side before turning to the newcomer.
Glancing down, she noticed the package of coloured feathers and beads, and let out a soft yip of excitement and curiosity. She dipped her head down, sniffing at the gifts, before turning her head up to look the stranger full on. “I’m Ciara,” she said, tail wagging in a friendly manner at half-mast, and ears erect. “Are you a friend to New Dawn?”
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