Tirra

Dwindle kept at a slow gait down the forested path, "You know, I wasn't expecting many visitors other than our long-term travellers." He said with a small snort.
The smaller alpha turned his head to the older lady, old enough to be a mentor — yet strong as a yearling. "I would say the same, but I am no traveller." The older woman slowed down to a walk as she noticed dwindle's pace slowing down to listen, "I am here to join your pack to put it simply."
"Isn't that a little vague?" Dwindle tilted his head, "I don't even know your name, much less if you're trustworthy".
"Ah and what is an old woman to do?" She questioned, but nevertheless complied. "I am Tirra, an old, old stalker sent here to be recruited as such," "By your own will?" "My own will, my own will," Tirra racked her head for a moment, continuing her walk. "My own will was not my own, the alpha's are.. so and so — disbanding, leaving."
She scoffed, lowering her head. "They're leaving." The young alpha twitched, "Leaving?" "Yea, leaving, disbanding the pack, breaking it up, that's it, it's gone." She sighed out and returned to a slow trot, Dwindles ears flickered noticing the sudden angst flash in her eyes and after shaking it off to head further down the path.
He caught up with a few puffs of exhaustion, she was quicker than expected, "You have a place here you know, I was just gnawing at your leg a little." Dwindle suddenly spoke out. She kept her head forward.
"I am sorry to hear what had happened, I hope you find peace here.." "I hope I do as well, young one, I hope I do."