She regarded the other wolves, trying to figure out who was in charge. The larger female growled in a territorial manor, yet her tail was held in a subordinate position. Den mother, maybe? The male, she assumed to be a scout. The smaller one didn't seem to be bold enough to be alpha. She stood her ground, watching the growling females closely. "I've been travelling alone for some time, since the death of my mate. When I saw you in the woods I was curious to see the pack that inhabits this lovely land." She responded to the male wolf. "I am Zephira, by the way. I apologize for such an intrusion, but it's been a while since I've encountered my own kind." Her voice was steady and strong, she faced them head on in hopes her sunken sides wouldn't be noticeable. It was a death wish to show weakness around some unknown packs.