Wapun Meadow Glorious goldenrods

A sound and the unmistakeable sense of someone being near and watching her, made Nuna stop digging the molehill (sand being soft and easy to work one), lift her head and look for the danger. A white wolf-cub around the same age caught her attention and, before proceeding to further investigate, the girl stood and scrutinized the vaguely familiar form. She had a feeling that they had met before, but so much had happened inbetween that it was hard to remember the circumstances. Anyway - did it really matter? It was not like she would go and spark a conversation.

Few moments later it hit her that she should be defending the figurative "front porch" from the intruder. Nuna raked her brain for all of the appropriate movements and signals she had observed adults using, then got up and approached the stranger in a steady trot. Confidence emanated from her, when she came to a halt a little distance away from the other, and looked at her as a land-owner regards vagabond met on his private land.