and my soul is just a silhouette [pack search party]

ty for the responses! no order post as much as you want -- anyone is welcome to discover malachi's scent. im thinking that not a lot of wolves would be traveling this close to ankyra so we can play it all by ear :)

The coywolf paused from her frenetic pacing long enough to allow Spyridon's approach -- with a jut of her narrow jaw she proffered a return lick before her sharp eyes fell on the grey silhouette of Nakai. As he approached she remained quite still save for the flutter of wind along her long spine-fur.

Still panting from her laborious search, she watched as the mist from her breath roiled above her skull and dissipated in the cold wind. Nakai had shown a great deal of promise to Ankyran life so far -- and in return, the female was courteous in her answer. Selecting the common tongue (of which she was most familiar) she spoke. "We are searching for a packmate, a pup. You may have scented him recently, it is the pup that is not Kevlyn." Briskly she turned, an ear flicked back as she awaited any questioning response -- and if none came, she would start loping down the strand to cover more ground.