The Densite - RP Area

Mystic calls out to the male turning around and leaving, "Wait. If you're serious about joining a pack.. we might have a spot for you." She then turns to the other wolves "Same with you guys."

Sparky watched him turn, flicked her ears at Mystic's call. The fae's muscles relaxed slightly and she lowered her hackles, realising her fellow Queen had just voiced her thoughts. "I..." The white fae cut herself off.

When he agreed, she still studied him carefully. "And, what would your name happen to be?"

walks in towards the den and then smells the air. The smell of a wolf pack. She smiles and looks at the other wolves then looks away shyly.

Teron looked at the female "M name is...Uh...Teron...."

looks at Teron... "My name is Jeans."

Sparky looks at them both. The fae takes a breath quietly. "Well, Teron, Jeans..."

looks up at Sparky.

Sparky relaxes her muscles and sweeps her tail invitingly across the ground. The fae rotates her ears forwards and perks them. "Welcome to The Outback Pack, you two," Her eyes illuminate with the bright sun. "Welcome to a new beginning."

The fae turned, the wind whipping her white fur back. She looked at her friend, who was enjoying a freshly-caught rabbit in front of their den. The sight of the rabbit caused her own stomach to twist into a knot of hunger.

With a flick of her tail, Sparky realised they hadn't properly marked the edge of their territory. This would be a decent excuse to go hunting and spend some time running solo, as she had once done.

Loping out of the clearing, the fae cast a low call back to her packmates, new and old. "I'm going to mark the territory..." Sparky disappeared into the thick outback scrub.

Mystic smiles at the two newcomers, Jeans and Teron. "Welcome to the pack guys, I hope you guys enjoy being in this pack."

She casts her glance over to Sparky trotting away, and slowly gives a nod.

Mystic turns her gaze to a black and white wolf not far from her with her apex low. She trots over slowly. "Your name?"

Mystic smiles warmly at the nervous she-wolf. "Well, I'm sure you'll be great in our pack, but I need to know your name."

"I'm Mystic, nice to meet you Jess." She smiles again and sits down on the earth, looking around.

Mystic smiles at Jess, "It's a nice name, you should love it!"

Jeans flops onto the ground looking around at her new home and then looks at Mystic as she greets the wolf, Jess.
She then sees Sparky move in with a hare and licks her lips.