Stone Circle I say hello!

Quite suddenly his focus fell to her, un upbeat greeting following her own, unsure, hello. She smiled, nerves put at ease, and watched as he dropped down from the rock with a grace that seemed to come naturally to the wolves. He was quick to ask whether he'd trespassed, to which she responded with a quick shake of her head and an "I don't think so."  She was a little ways past the borders, but she wasn't sure how picky a pack was about them; having been with Easthollow for only a couple weeks. 

He inched closer, seemingly intrigued, and she dipped her head in affirmation. "I'm a collie, a sheepdog." She elaborated, though truthfully it was getting a little old, having to affirm or explain her species to everyone she came across. Still, she couldn't expect to meld into the Wilds seamlessly.