"Bunch of weirdos, huh?"

Bryce always has a way of announcing herself. Not usually very proper, and rarely with any warning. When she heard the call she'd been tempted to ignore it, but curiosity got the better of her. Perhaps she would find something interesting, like food or a challenge, but here she was instead. Met by a group of.. oddballs to say the least. She hadn't yet fully approached, rather picking the male that hovered on the outskirts to hassle. Safer to keep the distance until she figured out what the hell was happening.

She leaves enough silence for the brown wolf to introduce himself if he pleased, before moving forward with her own preamble. "Bryce. Any idea what's going on there?" Her current position leaves her slightly off to the left of the male, mostly shielding her markings from his view. The wind isn't heavy but she catches the scent of many other wolves on him, and she turns her maw down marginally, as she was taught. A rogue wolf in the presence of a pack wolf. She hopes he doesn't get any ideas of trying to help himself to her. She'll rip off his other ear without hesitation, the only reason she'd made it this far as a loner was her strength.

From harsh winters to fire summers, this canine had stood her ground. She wasn't going anywhere with anyone.