Winter had always been a difficult season but this winter feels particularly frustrating; prey is once more scarce and I have taken to the badlands and borders to find whatever small game I can. I bury it within the territory, by den sites and paths but it is the least I can do for now. The wolves of Glorall are accustomed to difficult prey for even in our better seasons, the territory is known for strange sea animals, difficult to catch and harder to kill. But what harm will extra meals do? And so, I am mid-burial when I hear others approaching a while upwind, distant but close enough for me to recognize at least one of the scents. She is elusive and I only know her name through Haziel, our paths having little chance of passing one another before now; a sister, I am to believe, and thus a niece to me despite her unknowing. It is rare now to find a 'pure' Angel and she is no different, her looks perhaps less Angel than even Haziel's. I know she, like Eva, was born without hearing and so perhaps I am drawn to her for that alone, her voice a sign that perhaps even my own daughter can learn to speak despite it.
And so, I take off towards them, a single vole still within my jaws as I move across the borders, investigating the stranger male's scent as I do so. He is completely new to me, an aged male like myself (hah! what a thing to admit to) but they both stink of winter. Even with that in mind, I do not hesitate to approach, lifting my posture to that of my rank as I issue a low growl of greeting from between my teeth and the vole. After all, winter tends to do this, no? It makes us more...investigative of these males, their presence a potential threat to any woman of the shores. Yet he seems close to Seraphina, attentive towards her, and so I approach with less caution before I move to toss the vole towards the pair of them.