“I am Saqui Zyanya,” she introduced in her lilting voice, her gaze flitting between the nape of either wolf, not daring to glance them more squarely upon the face, even when the male addressed her. They offered notions of what they believed the pack to be – what leader would not speak with such fondness for their home that they looked to build? She would still admit she was impressed, and the girl presented a soft hum as the dark lady questioned her abilities.


“My speciality?” Unfamiliar with the custom of some packs holding significant titles within their ranks, the silver wolf cast them a quizzical glance with her pale eyes, her banner swaying gently behind her. “I do not understand. Does this pack not work as a single unit?” The word slipped form her muzzle before she could truly consider them – and once released, she felt the thrum of her heart, wondering if her question and ignorance would perhaps cause them aggravation or insult. “I have grown within my pack to do many different things – whatever has been required.” Granted, her sparring technique was rather sub-par than her siblings, but she had not concerned herself with such matters until now.

So these wolves held specialities in high regard -- the gentle dove noted this quietly, offering a nod in return as she took in this particular custom. The she-wolf's words made sense - but Saqui's birth pack had simply tried to round out each of their members as best they could.. though it had not been the fate for some. The smaller and thinner of the pack had been poorer for any task that involved physical brutality -- but even the smallest wolf could stump a giant, and while she pondered what her own speciality could be, she failed to notice anything from the ordinary as the silver male spoke of his father.


Instead, she was far more aware of the mention of cubs, and her muzzle canted slightly, her tail giving a casual wave of contentment at the thought. "I enjoy cubs -- though I'm afraid I have very little experience teaching another." The woman before her could not have been much older than herself -- and yet the grey dove couldn't envision having children of her own. Not yet.



"If you would have me, I would... I would very much like to stay within your ranks." She paused partway through the sentence, forming the words in english as carefully as she could -- she was fluent, but by times, when nervous, it was easier to slip in to her native tongue.

The gauntlet presented by her mate left little for Morganna to add. It was their way, to test those who wished for admittance and it had worked to discourage those not willing to work to pull their weight in the past. It was a big ask on a loner, to present anything to a pack that may turn them away at the eleventh hour, but it was equally as big of an ask for a pack to take in a loner who had only come knocking once the weather turned cold. She had seen it time and time again in the Willows, and she wasn't interested in installing a revolving door in her home.

Once the woman gave her response one way or the other, Morganna would nudge Craw to try and entice him into a roam around the tundra. Perhaps together they would be able to pull down something larger than a hare.