Moments ago, the vixen had let out a call for any pack member of Aurora to answer. She didn’t have to wait long, for in a matter of minutes, Niara’s auds flicked towards the forest where the obvious sound of a wolf approaching was. Her nares caught the sure scent of fresh blood; and alas, a large brute appeared suddenly at the border. His scarred pelt was mottled gray, as if he’d walked through a fog made of ash. The wolf’s tail was curled high above his back; the alpha had responded to Niara’s call himself. It was not his size nor scars that made her double take, however. It was his orbs. They were a shocking, startling blue color that seemed to stare into her soul. And then, the brute spoke to her. "My name is Kalgalath, Alpha of Aurora Borealis. May I inquire as to your name and your reason for being at my Terra's boundary?" For a few spare seconds, Niara comprehended the words. Better make a good impression was the only thing the vixen could tell herself.

”My name is Niara; I come to Aurora Borealis to seek acceptance into the pack,” the fae spoke clearly and somewhat quietly, on the verge of stuttering. She had not expected the brute to be so… intimidating, but then again, what else was she supposed to expect? An alpha of a pack in a forest this large, with so many wolves had to be strong. Her golden eyes traveled over his pelt until she found the source of the scent of blood. Kalagath’s shoulder was bleeding slowly, dripping onto the forest floor below him. His eyes nor gait showed any signs of pain from the wound. He’s strong, Niara remarked to herself. A wound like that would have Niara held up for a couple of days! “Not to sound too overconfident, sir, but I think I would make a worthwhile addition,” Niara offered, training her eyes on his paws. It felt too dangerous to stare at an alpha right in the eyes.

All of a sudden, an important thought struck Niara’s head. You’re so stupid, Niara! she silently scolded herself. How could you not remember this? Without warning, the fae drooped to the ground, landing on her back. She tucked her auds, paws, and tail into her brown fur. Submission. In her old pack, the wolves were never required to show submission to the alpha. The alpha, an old, caring varg, had trusted that every pack member knew he was in charge. And he was right. Every pack member respected him. So when Niara came here, she had practiced the submission sign when she was by herself. Another nearby wolf had strolled by and cackled at her, but she had helped her learn nonetheless. Still, even though she had practiced with no humiliation, the vixen felt uncomfortable in this pose in front of the alpha. She was very self-concious, but Niara knew that if she got up without Kalagath’s word, she would be denied entry into the pack.