It was with purpose that she found herself walking the borders of her home today, re-marking old spots and making some fresh ones. She raked her claws down a few trees, even using her teeth to bite away the bark and let others know that indeed, predators did live here. It wasn't meant to instill fear in others as it might have before her rule. Now it is merely a caution that this was a territory and there were guardians protecting the land and those within it. Avery was steadfast in keeping to that promise. She was a natural mother, even before she had her first litter, and that protective instinct spread out to others in her new role as alpha. Now she had multiple wolves of all different ages and personalities, looking to her for leadership and guidance, but also for protection in some way or form.

She didn't consider any of her members weak or vulnerable by any means and knew them to be capable of defending themselves, but the whole meaning of a pack was to come together in numbers and unite for the protection of all. This was her pack and she would defend it with her life just as she would her blood kin. It didn't matter that she wasn't related to most of the wolves in Iromar. They were granted the same rights as her flesh and blood children. She hoped word was getting around by now that Iromar was no longer in the darkness, no longer abandoned to kidnappers of children and meaningless killers. She was re-opening the borders, setting out the welcome flags, though it would always come with a warning to heed your step if you had any ill intentions toward this pack or any of its members. She welcomed guests and hoped for members, not to grow the numbers but to deepen the quality of what Iromar could offer.

She had fighters and spies but not a lot of diplomats. She didn't have one healer. It bothered her but she knew with patience, all would come in time. She was pleasantly surprised to come across not one but two outsider scents by the borders. Her lips curled back into a smile as she trotted toward the sources, soon coming upon two voices speaking to each other. One was soft but confident, female. The other was deeper in baritone, unsure and male. She didn't want to eavesdrop on them so she slowed to a walk and moved closer, ears pricked forward and tail wagging as she stepped into view and cleared her throat. "Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting. My name is Avery. What brings you both to Iromar?" Her voice was gentle and encouraging, her gaze moving from one wolf to the other, welcoming either or both to speak back. Her orange eyes glowed brilliantly with curiosity and hope as she waited patiently for a response.