Aethra eyed the statue thoroughly, taking in its crumbled form and ancient presence. The marble wolf was skinny and archaic, but the age did not detract from the power she felt bubbling from it. That settled it. By pure luck she had stumbled upon this terra, and had spent the last three days thoroughly scouring the area for signs of an owner. Determining the borders of the other packs, she found these lands to be empty. And then she'd found the statue. Now, these lands belonged to her.

Striding out from beneath the high, triangular roof, Aethra threw her muzzle to the sky. In a loud, graceful thrum, she echoed her ownership of the lands dubbed “Ruhe”. Tassel high, throat raw from howling her claim to the sky, the fae leveled her maw and nodded to herself. Her lands. Bless the soul who tried to take them from her.