It was not often the she-wolf joined her mate upon the borders, but today, the moment her nose caught his scent nearby, Kisla was quick to join him. The two only ever held stolen moments together these days -- rearing a litter was hard -- but now that the girls were a bit older, she could only hope their time together would increase. Hearthwood River had some settling to do, and she would rise to the occasion at the side of her mate to see such an occurrence -- they might have been pushed from Cut Rock River, but she was not so willing to bend to the will of their new neighbors so easily. Or, even their old ones.


She found her mate conversing with another, and having caught the tail end of the conversation, it would seem they had a potential recruit. Kisla, despite the regal stance she held as she prowled closer, looked to the girl kindly. Sidling up to her mate, she rubbed her shoulder to his, casting warm green eyes upon the younger female. Once before she might have felt a spurn of jealousy that the wolf before her would attempt to steal Maksim's heart -- but now, with two litters, her insecurities were beginning to dwindle. "Hello," he murmured, casting a sideways glance to her mate. "I'm Kisla, the lead female of Hearthwood River. Who might you be?"

Her brows arched slightly at the words of the stranger -- it would seem her mate had been pitching their pack to her, and while she did not question him with a glance, her bright eyes did rove over the other, curious as to what her mate had seen in the she-wolf to do such a thing. Promise came in many forms -- so what was it in the she-wolf before her?


"Would we," she mused quietly, amusement hinting in her tone as she canted her muzzle. She leaned forward gently, not imposing upon the individuals personal space, but enough to take in her scent better. "Hearthwood River is open to any wolf with a loyal and kind heart -- and who has good intentions." She paused then, allowing her statement to hang in the air. "So if that is what you are, Mojave.. then yes, we would like to offer our pack as a home to you." She allowed her voice to still, her shoulder grazing gently against her mate's who was silent for the moment.  No doubt the girl was overwhelmed -- two leaders had come upon her and were coaxing her to their pack.. but who was to say she was in a rush to settle somewhere?

The girl was so youthful – she perhaps even reminded the Baranski of her own yearling children, and she cast a warm gaze upon her as she stumbled over her words a bit. Aleksei and Orren would enjoy her company (though hopefully not too much), and Karina no doubt would benefit from another her age within the ranks once more.


Her shoulder would brush once more against the warm side of her mate, as if stealing a treasured moment with him. She approved of his find, and as the girl seemed to finish, Kisla gave a light nod of her muzzle, allowing a gentle smile to grace her lips fully then. “We would consider ourselves lucky to have you, Mojave,” she offered then, leaving the final decision upon the youth’s shoulders. She did not have to stop here and join their ranks – but with winter coming so soon, the she-wolf would hope logic would have a say in the matter.. that, and the Hearthwood River wolves were looking to expand their numbers with respectable wolves much like the girl before them. First impressions meant a lot – but Kisla was willing to open her home to this one, and given the compliance of her mate at her side at the moment, she held no doubt Maksim would as well.

The girl was not used to kindness from strangers it would seem – bemusement would have flickered across the honeyed woman’s features had the thought of such not been slightly depressing. It was also a rarer display these days, for her to have her guard down – but if Maksim trusted the impish yearling, than Kisla would entrust her mate’s initial judgement.


With a small smile, the she-wolf moved forward, her muzzle tentatively touching the nose of the other before she took a more dominant stance. Lifting to her full height, she ensured her rank by posture alone, and in turn, would allow her shoulder and fur to brush against the newcomer to place her scent – Mojave, as far as she was concerned, was one of them now.


Pulling away, the Baranski regal would tip her muzzle up to brush her mate’s cheek affectionately before giving a nod to their new companion. “I can show you around if you’d like,” she mused softly, her tail giving a gentle flick. She could offer a breakdown of their expectations as a pack – more so, their alliance with Round Stone Crest, and the wolves they considered enemies.. and, of course, what they expected of her as a Hearthwood River wolf. After gaining some knowledge, she could fully determine if she felt this pack was one she would like to fully integrate in.


Until then, Kisla would offer her a meal form on of their caches, and warm conversation.