Bearclaw Valley salt trap

Dark ears flickered in Xan's direction as he approached, shortly followed by a gnarled snout and bright, burgundy eyes. When she saw that it was Wardruna's pale friend (for she did not know him yet as a leader, and was yet unversed in the laws of the pack), she greeted him with a cheerful, squinty-eyed grin, glad that he was using words that she knew.

"Sun-bath," she replied, falling down and rolling around in the dirt once more. She popped back up and trotted closer to the other, tail waving in idle contentment. "Tek trip?" she asked, nose twitching as she took in his scent. Her own pelt carried information about her travels to the coast, but Sif was intent on what his could tell her. "Mek friend?"

She wondered if Xan had wives, and whether they'd be as nice as Poet or as sullen as Addie. It occured to her to ask, but the words seemed too complicated to call up in their shared tongue - she'd ask Wardruna about it later.