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Hello! Welcome to Crimson Dreams! I saw in your profile Masaki's pack is from Ohio, but in your post it seems like she just got away from the coyotes that killed her family? Maybe I just read it wrong though ^^

The Consul of Crimson Dreams was doing better, but she was still far from recovered from the soul-shattering news that she had learned just over a month ago. Her youngest child, Denali, had been brutally murdered by a woman who had then sought solace within the borders of her own pack. Of course she had not known of her son's demise at the time, and even though something seemed a bit unnerving about Nuki, she had allowed her sanctuary. It had undoubtedly been her biggest mistake as a leader. Things had been quiet for a time, but soon the demon had shown her true colors when she made an attempt on the life of her daughter. Savina had gone and confronted the blood-eyed woman then, and they had drawn each other's blood, and she had learned the truth about her son.

The wounds of her body had healed, now merely scars. The damage done to her heart and mind were not so easily reversed however. It did not matter to her that Denali had not been her son by birth. She had taken him in when he had only been a couple moons old and she had loved him as any other of her brood. Savina felt like she had failed him, and no matter how many times everyone told her this was not the case, that perceived truth was still rooted deeply in her chest. It could not be willed away.

The ebony wolfess walked the borders of her land aimlessly, the metal cat mask that had belonged to her son hung around her neck awkwardly. Her gait was finally returning to a semblance of its normal gracefulness, but her muscles were still stiff where she had been shot with an arrow and stabbed in the thigh. A series of odd noises caused the Marino matron to raise her head and a short distance away she saw a coyote prostrating herself at the pack's borders. Savina approached slowly and looked down on the smaller canine with soft curiosity. "These are the borders of Crimson Dreams, my pack. What is it that you seek here?" There was no warmth to her voice, but neither was she cold, a steady neutral tone to shadow the pain housed within her breast.

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Oh I see! No need to apologize! Savina is usually much more compassionate, she's just in a bad place emotionally right now DX She'll be back to her old self in a little while though!

It would have been impossible for the coyote to have not noticed her approach, and indeed the cowering canine looked at her but their eyes never connected for a second. It was an instinctual show of respect and submission, Savina knew, but she wasn't particularly a fan of grovelling either and this female was toeing that precarious line. Though it was likely good that this newcomer was erring on the side of submission rather than being too boisterous. After what had happened with Nuki, the Consul was much more apt to be wary and suspicious of those who came to their borders seeking acceptance. Souls had been given admittance into the pack since the demon woman's treachery but the Italian fey was more careful now, more jaded from experience.

Any time in the past, she would have been much more concerned with what had happened to this coyote to make her so nervous and submissive. She would have talked soothingly to her to try and get her to calm down. That was not the case now, for now she was looking at someone who had the same potential to become a traitor as the blood-eyed wolf had. Logically she knew that there was clearly no threat from this femme—there was not the same calculating cunning here—but right now she felt she could not be too careful. After the coy had said her peace, Savina spoke evenly, "We are accepting new members, but what is it that you can do for us in return?" No one got something for nothing.

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Hehe, yeah XD I'll go ask for you to be titled up now!

As the coyote spoke of her skills some of the nervousness seemed to melt from her. She was confident in her skill-set, but not so much that she was pompous. That was a good mindset to have. All in all, the girl seemed to be quite a friendly soul and there was not even an iota of bad intentions that Savina could detect about her. It was lucky that the coy had shown up at her doorstep and not at some of the other wolf packs in the area. There were plenty of wolves, such as herself, that held nothing against their smaller cousins but there were also quite a few that held onto those old prejudices. Crimson Dreams did not judge someone for their blood, only for who they were inside.

Whatever tension that had remained held tautly between her shoulders relaxed, convinced now that this woman posed no threat to her pack and was truthful in what she spoke. "Those are good skills to have, and surely they will benefit the pack." Emerald eyes looked over the girl once more before adding, "You may relax, there is no need for such posturing any longer." It was good that submission had been shown, especially with her distrust of outsiders that was prevalent now, but the coyote was no longer a completely unknown entity. "I am Savina Marino, the alpha here. What is the name of my newest member?" A very slight smile painted her face at the question, as it was proof of the coy's acceptance into the Dreaming family.