<blockquote>It had been shaping up to be another typical day, which, for Marsh, involved ramped-up quantities of border patrol, marking and the casual hunt, wherever something convenient crossed his path. Corinna had given birth, and if he had been walking on hot coals before, now his strings were tight fit to snap. Their troublesome neighbours had not been so troublesome of late, which was one point of relief, but he did not trust them one jot to begin again at the worst possible time. Corinna's offspring were as invaluable as the wolf herself, and the very thought of harm coming to them was enough to flare his temper something terrible.
When Cali's voice rose from the air, his immediate thought was one of concern, but a more rational part of his brain took over a moment later and correctly identified the call as far less urgent. It had just been a regular summons, that for their leaders, and there were a few distinct reasons to make such a call. The most likely was that of recruitment. Corinna was out of commission, and with Indru as busy as Marsh (no doubt for identical reasons) the Second turned and trotted towards the source, near the borders, his fur flattening down after his first, more panicked reaction.
He was a considerable distance from her, so when she called again he frowned and snorted to himself at her impatience, but at the very least was content for the fresh set of directions. Angling himself to compensate, he sped up a little; he respected her enough to do that much, for he trusted her not to howl on an unimportant whim.
The scent of an unknown female came to him then, intertwined with the white wolf he knew - and in more ways than just proximity; siblings, he noted, before he had even laid eyes on them. While family ties did not hold much importance to the gruff beast, if she was anything like Cali then Swift River would be all the better for having her.
The pair came into view then, perched beyond the border, and he lifted his tail automatically at the sight of the stranger, though wagged it once to show that his approach was not hostile. Not that they would guess it from his face - hard and smileless, partly from his constant tension and partly because that was simply how he was, he approached with little warmth in his expression save for a single glance to Cali which contained some small softness of familiarity and trust.
His attention fell then to the monochrome sister, a pure stranger despite her relation to the pack's female Second, and his tail rose higher to make his posture clear. Cali had probably omitted such <i>trivialities</i> for the sake of family - it was a weakness of those who preferred speech, he found. No matter. If Cali could vouch for her worth, and Marsh could vouch for her respectfulness, then he would have no trouble supporting her admission into their ranks.</blockquote>