Their calls are unknown to me, yet they do not resonate with challenge or threat. Instead, there is an unspoken purpose within their timbre as it creeps across the territory in search of me. It beckons me forward from my den and into the fading summer heat, my body stretching out as I release the tension within my joints. The summer has been a long one, the shoreline beaten by storms and the sands like fire to one's paws. Within the darkness of home, I have hidden from these things, contemplating the precarious position so many of us seem to teeter upon. Fall comes, after all, and fall often brings new ambition with it: those desperate to find some place before they give in to instinct and create new children. I must be prepared, even if the white female does not return to here. Who knows who will be the first to fall, after all.
Still, these new voices are a curious thing, particularly as I begin my approach and discover the scent of the mountain lingering in the breeze. The shore's relationship with the mountain is not a solid one, after all. There is no tension but rather, a mutual curiosity and thus, a mutual uncertainty. An alliance with such a pack would be beneficial, yes, but such alliances can also prove to become a detriment if their leader falls. There is always risk. One must simply be ahead of it. Yet, I am inclined to believe this visit is of a positive nature. Of all the packs, Spirane may be my most favoured when I consider the benefits against its downfalls. And so, I am almost eager to see what it is these strangers desire.
I move along the border at an easy amble, my eyes fixated ahead as I discover the two forms; one female, small and dark, and one male of a similar build to my own. Their posture, however, tells me this is not a visit of tense nature. They almost appear... easygoing, perhaps even eager. For that alone, I do my best to relax my posture, allowing my tail to fall to half-mast and my legs to move with less rigidity. My eyes, however, are hard with curiosity, immediately attempting to decipher which of the two is the leader of their party as I issue a short, gruff bark of alert.
I arc around slightly then so that I might take position in front of them, a wall of flesh between them and the internal paths and expanse of Glorall. I issue them both a stout nod as greeting before I speak, addressing them as passively as possible.