Welcoming each other(Open to:All)

Chahta scrunched up her nose in disgust, "Can't stand those Devils." she remarked flatly, audits swiveling as she turned to Jetta. She snickered as the bird let out squawks in hope another avian would come to it's aid. "Nice one!" she chimed before settling onto her rump.

Ace looked at Jetta and said ''Hello!, i'm Ace, who are you?'' Ace asked without fear, she wanted to knew the big she-wolf, to grow as her and 
be the best warrior that Bison Pack had seen.

Jetta glanced over at Ace, "I'm Jetta! Daughter of Arrow!" She said with pride, knowing how strong her mother was considering how much she has been through.

Jetta watched as Dawn returned with a crow. "That's what you chose as prey? Why not something tastier?" She questioned.

Chahta glanced up, the bird on the branch moved its head from side to side like it was clockwork, like there was a switch in its brain that flicked to choose the direction to look but not the speed of the motion. Every turn was rapid, almost too fast to see. But in the moments it was still Chahta could see the glossy black eyes set in the plumage of an impossibly bright blue. It was the kind of blue that belonged on an artist's palate, yet better than that, it was so brilliant as to almost look like a source of light rather than a reflection of the sun's rays. The bird was small too, no bigger than a navel orange but far from round. It was shaped like an English robin, with the wide breast, but the tail feathers and wings elongated the body, giving it an elegance. It had a short beak, but curved and strong like a wolf claw. After singing a few notes it spread it's wings and in a flurry of blue it ascended to the tree tops and out of view. With the loamy spring air, it promised to arrival of many more avians. Sadly, along with those would come more Crows.

Chahta averted her gaze around the den site, scanning the faces of the surrounding wolves.
It is awfully quiet here. She thought to herself.