Madison Range Pack

You've been walking for what feels like forever. You're pretty sure you're headed north, but it wasn't until recently that you noticed the mountains in the distance by which to orient yourself. A wolf could get lost in a land like this. Frosty grass crunches under your paws, even though you're pretty sure this is supposed to be what passes for a "warm season."
The mountains never seem to grow closer, but you grow tired. So focused on those ridges in the distance, that you almost miss the feeling that you are being watched. When you do finally realize that eerie feeling, you freeze dead in your tracks and your hackles raise. You scan what you can see, but you don't see a single other creature, until you turn around.
Behind you stands four wolves. One dark wolf, almost completely black, stands out in front of the rest. Three thin grouse feathers stick out from behind her ear, a huge raven perches on her rump and stares at you with beady black eyes, and her own ice blue eyes pierce into you. Flanking her on one side is another nearly-black wolf, only slightly lighter than the first; this one has blue paint smeared in flowing patterns across her face, rear legs, and tail, glowing blue eyeliner rimming her own icy blue eyes, and a blue-and-stone wrap around her tail. A blue feather sticks out from her own ear, and she has her own flock of blue birds fluttering around her. Flanking the lead wolf on her other side is a brown wolf with bright white eyes, and you initially think she has her own body paint in pinks and purples, but on closer inspection you realize it is her fur color. Something white and furry is slung around her neck, and a chill runs down your spine when you realize it is a tail. Behind those three is a mottled gray and white wolf with a white muzzle and green eyes. She has a gentle smile on her face, a brown pack slung across her shoulder, and beaded bracelets around her legs. An assortment of butterflies and other pretty insects swarm delicately around her.
"What brings you here, stranger?" calls out the wolf in the front, taking another step closer. Despite the tough-looking welcoming committee, her voice is friendly.
You tell her you are just passing through and mean no trouble. Outnumbered four to one, you don't want to risk a fight, though she seems satisfied with your answer.
"We won't harm you if you don't attempt to hurt us," she answers. "I am Nova. These two are my sisters, Felicia and Bluebird, but everyone calls her Blue." Nova nods to indicate first the brown wolf and then the wolf with the blue body paint. She then turns to look at the gray wolf behind them. "This is Sage, my aunt. Don't be offended if she doesn't answer you; she's completely deaf, but she was one of the best scouts we've ever had, and a valuable asset and advisor to my grandmother Riley, the former Alpha of this pack."
You look at the wolves surrounding her and then back at her.
"We are the Madison Range Pack," Nova continues. "It is more than just us, but they are back at our den site or going about their work." She studies you. "Have you been travelling long?"
You admit that you have, but wonder why she is asking.
"Come," she invites, turning but still watching you. "You may join us, if you would like? Return to our den to rest. We have plenty of food and live near a lake where you can drink your fill or fish. We are sheltered well from the weather, and a storm is rolling in." She looks off into the distance, and when you follow her gaze, you notice dark, foreboding clouds in the distance. "I know they look a long ways off, but I promise storms will rush up on us faster than you can imagine." Nova looks at you again. "You don't have to, of course. But if you would like shelter until that storm passes, you may come."

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You find yourself being led by the four in a different direction than you had been travelling. They traverse this land expertly and seem to know exactly where they are. It isn't long before a low cliff comes into view, and they guide you around the massive stone block. As soon as you're around it, you see a surprisingly thriving pack with several dens. You didn't know such a large pack could be sustained in such a sparse landscape, and yet they seem well-suited to it. You say as much to Nova and her companions.
"Thank you," she answers brightly. "This pack was started by my grandmother, Riley." Nova tilts her head slightly as she surveys her pack. "She was younger than I was when I became Alpha... she was kicked out of her birth pack but would never speak to most of us about why or what happened. I gather things were not good. She didn't set out to lead her own pack, but she met my grandfather, Levi, and they began finding other wolves who wanted to join a pack.