Irina stifled a yawn, exhausted. The pups had just gone to sleep, and she was tired too. She was also processing the news from tonight; she'd just gotten back from Tarben. But the smell of an outsider outside sent her jolting to her feet, wide awake. 

The alphess bolted outside to see an adult fem sitting outside the den. Who do you think you are and what do you think you're doing?! she growled. This is Nightingale territory and you don't just waltz in like you own the place! What is your name?! Irina got up close to the female, snarling. She did not like that somebody had somehow gotten into pack grounds. Where was Sloane?! How had Irina not sensed this girl sooner?! She turned at the sounds of scuffling. Rambaldi emerged from the den. "Mother? What's going on?" Irina shoved him gently back in. Nothing, Rambaldi, just an intruder. She whirled back to the fem. Are you wishing to join this pack or not? In case you didn't know, you call in at the borders. She had cooled down a bit, as, assessing her, she didn't seem to have any malicious intent. But one never knew. She was especially cautious, as now she'd just pledged her pack as an ally to the instigator of a war that would likely get all the packs involved. This wolf could be a spy. Irina would drag her to Tarben if she was, and let Beartooth deal with her. She would deal with her herself if she was, except that she had her pups to worry about. They were keen on following her everywhere and she knew no minder could keep them from her, so if they were to see their mother dealing with a spy, it could be bad for their mental health.