Flycatcher Downs the wolf shook his coat and it snowed for days

By the time Skwol had ceased his frolic his tongue lolled from the side of his mouth. It was in that moment that he took note of another wolf. His ears lifted — alert, interested. His tail hung limp, animated by a gentle sway. The wolf cut a similar image to his own with a stature that commanded notice. They were well matched. Neither wolf was keen to prove so but it was questionable as to whether they were aware of it. Skwol did not observe any threat from the stranger but nor could he discern any sort of welcome. It left him with an uncertainty that halted him from being wholly welcoming himself. He was relaxed but ambiguously neutral.

He made to change that, and extended a traditional greeting.

"Have you eaten?"