She smiled tenderly at the female, and finally dismouted, placing the spear in the saddle again, knowing she wasn't going to need it. Bluma snorted and lowered her head, getting an edible corn that had fell from some of the crops around them. She was curious. "Why didn't you waited in the boarders, then? A howl would be enough to call one of us. Remember that the next time you get near the boarders of a packland." She said, more like a tip than a scowl, her voice soft and calm, warm by nature.
But then, her smile grew a bit wider. "So, Claire, you mean you want ot join the tribe?" She asked, taking her question for a home as a request for joining. It felt good, to have a new face in the tribe. Especially someone that looked so much like her. It seemed to make the loner more friendly.