Since meeting Dexter, Talien was having a blast. No longer did one day roll into the next without anything to call them different. She did not wander around aimlessly without any purpose or direction. Although she had yet to join a pack, the hansom russet hued dragga with his cream colored undertones and multifaceted green eyes had promised to introduce her to his pack in the forests.

The very thought was enough to cause her tail to wag and her beautiful silver blue eyes to glitter fiercely with excitement.

It was his encouraging words that brought her to the fields on this day. His encouragement that dared her to test the willpower. She was determined to meet new wolves and now was just as good a time as any. Plus, if she could do this, then at least she would not make a fool of herself of Dexter when she visited his home and pack.

Her footfall is near silent now as she moves with effortless grace and ease through the tall swaying grasses of the field. Ash dusted muzzle lifts towards the oncoming breeze as the scents of lupine drift to her. She is unfamiliar with them of course, but some are familiar. Pine, cedar and sweet grass are heavy here, and the thick intoxicating scent soothes the steady quick thrum of her heart. Raven tipped sonars flicker as the silver white female stops now, flickering back and forth atop her regal cranium as fierce eyes glance back and forth for a moment. So far, none seemed to have registered her appearance in the field, oblivious to the anxiety in her soul. For a moment she is still... silent among the tall rushes. But it only takes a moment before she manages to work up the courage.

Turning her muzzle up towards the heavens, she lets a single sweet tenor tone ring from her lips, calling to those near and far and welcoming them to join her in the bright sunshine to enjoy new company and friends on this fine day.…