Just on the outskirts of the territory's border, a pair of silver wolves stand, their paws planted firmly in earth, their ears perked and eyes alert. They have passed through many other territories during this, their long journey, and each land has proven a different experience completely. This time, they know it will not be different, thus they stand at the borderlands, cautious.

The larger of the two, a male in his prime, scans the forest ahead, ears ringing with the recent passing of another wolf's howl. It is obvious this land holds wolves, but by the scent of things its clear that there aren't many. But its not just numbers that make a pack, its their loyalty to each other and their effectiveness as a team, so any pack no matter its size can prove formidable against an outsider.

But this male and his companion, a female only slightly younger, have no intentions of intruding upon this land unannounced, nor do they have plans for violence. They simply wish to pass through, maybe stay for a rest. Or.. should this be the end of their journey, then this final caution will be well worth any benefit they might gain from being allowed permanent admittance to this territory.

For many moons have they traveled, in search of a new life. They know that a pack cannot simply be formed from two wolves, or they would have already stopped wandering. No, no matter how many litters are born, a true pack cannot consist of all siblings, and such a pack would, in the end, die.

"What do you think, Tane?" asked the female, a sleek silver Timber who stood just aside from her mate.

The male, whose eyes were previously focused and narrow as they took in the land before them, turned to her a much softer gaze. "There are few, but enough. Should we try here?"

The female's turn to gaze out into the territory, she flicked her ears forward, gathering sounds, then pulled them back briefly before letting them rest comfortably passive. "I want to believe this can end someday, but is this too good to be true? This land, it is prime, and there are not many here, as you say... I just wonder...
why?"

Laughing silently with a slightly parted maw, Tane stepped forward to nuzzle his mate. "Vesper, you worry far too much. I think this will go well. Come, let us see." Taking the lead, he proceeds into the territory, his posture alert but otherwise unthreatening. Should they encounter the alphas of this land unprepared, at least he would
not make a wrong first impression.

Right on his heels, Vesper follows, and at a swift trot they pass through the forest. After a time, Tane assumes they must not be far from where that previous howl originated. Perhaps it would be wise to announce themselves before intruding too far.

Pausing in his step, the large male slows to a walk, then stops completely, lifting his head to the sky, a clear, drawn out tone escaping his throat. The deep howl is soon joined by a second, Vesper's lighter tone easily blending with that of her mate's to create a flawless cord of greeting, the howl flowing as one but still two distinct sounds as it floats across the territory.

Now standing in a slight cleared area of forest, the pair let their howl fade out. Looking to his mate, Tane's eyes smile. "We've announced ourselves, now we simply wait and see if we're welcome."

Nodding, Vesper sits back on her haunches to await whoever might greet them. Tane remains on his feet, yellow eyes trained on the direction ahead, anticipation crawling up the ruff of his neck.