'I am Ikuna, of Ute.' He tilts his head back to indicate the other wolves, including Tala the fiercest of guards. It's nice to meet you.' He smiles slightly. They're not invading someone else's territory. Her ears flick forward and back, listening to those around her and just incase any more try to sneak in. Tala will stay put as her brother suggested, well he is more level headed then she is after all! She watches from her spot, form shifting while she settles down to her haunches to keep herself put it seems. 'These are not my lands,' she says with a shake of her head, 'so no apology is needed. But it's what Ikuna says that puts a look of surprise on her face. His own body language is noticed and interpreted and she, too, relaxes as he does not show any signs of aggression.

And when the pair separates, with the male making his way around the edge of the pond in order to approach her, her eyes focus on him. Miakoda observes the interaction between the two, or as much as she can see given her position across the pond. 'If this is your territory, I'm sorry for our intrusion.' His crooked tail is even to his body, and his ears are set with alertness. Ikuna rises to his feet, and pads toward the water and the wolf beyond. With the others adult and half-grown pup alike. Whatever has him so tense, apparently strange wolves aren't it. The hackles that were half-risen about his shoulders settle, and his breath is let out in a soft sigh. When his gaze settles on Miakoda, Ikuna relaxes visibly. Her tail lashes a few moments, steel gaze drifting one way then another to see if any others could be with the stranger. 'There.' Is murmured to her brother while she watches the strange wolf not all that far off at the moment. Tala jaw tenses slightly as she pulls herself up onto her paws, a faint wheeze escapes her but seeing what she has dealt with in the past its nothing to stop her. Her eyes remain on the others and she observes them from this safe distance, her pricked ears and tilted head showing her continued curiosity. She senses tension, perhaps even a bit more than is normal when faced with strangers of her own kind, and this causes her to slowly sit down. Or make that two, as her eyes shift toward Ikuna as he wakens and sits up. Miakoda spots the others on the far side of the water, and also notices that one of them is awake. 'What is it?' he asks his sister, though his eyes are already searching the perimeter. He pushes himself up to a sitting position, and shakes. Tala's voice makes him shift again, and he whines and shudders before he forces himself to awakeness, lifting up his head with the sharp motion of one to whom adrenaline now comes easily and sleep brings back terrors he'd rather not face. The wolf stirs, letting out a brief whimper. 'Ikuna.' Is said with a faint murmur towards her brother's form and a moment later she catches sight of the wolf upon the other side of the pond. Something has gotten her attention, head tilting to look over the area and she hums faintly. A faint snort escapes her in the process and her ears flick forward. There is a faint glance over the area, nose twitches before she rubs at her face a few times. Tala has been awake for a short amount of time, she slowly shifts up onto her haunches, a yawn escaping her in the process while she works on getting the rest of sleep out from her mind. So she is cautious but also curious, her ears forward but her tail trailing low as she comes into view around the perimeter of the pond. She has caught the scent of other wolves despite the stillness of the day there are enough of them here to make up for the lack of breeze. Having had her fill of the former and desiring the latter, the young wolf decided to expand her horizons and so now, she is here, moving closer to the pond with a walk that steadily slows. Miakoda had been meandering about in areas of the forest not too far from here for the past few days these areas seemed quite vacant, making for good hunting but also for poor companionship. The young wolf is curled up in a tight little ball, tense even at rest, with his tail tucked over his nose. The day's warmth is an encouragement to rest and even Ikuna was convinced he needs to stop keeping watch for long enough to sleep while others guard the tattered remnants of Ute. It's a calm, warm sort of spring day, just a bit after noon, and the wind is still.

The frogs around the pond are croaking to each other, and a few dragonflies flutter about.

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