Nova Peak ghosts :: no two wolves are the same

The newcomer lowered himself before her - an unfamiliar gesture. Theirs was a small pack of familiar wolves, and recognition of her status tended to be shown in subtler ways - a lick of the chin, eyes averted at the right moment, the careful lowering of a tail. Bazi gave a small shake of her head to indicate that all the fuss really wasn't necsesary, closed the gap between them, and slid gently onto her own belly in front of him. 


"Keidel," she repeated, looking him over with sharp, appraising eyes. By all counts, a good addition to the pack. Bazi was not ashamed of the fact that she preferred gents - they were larger, and easier to trust. There was something naturally wily about women - except Kaskara, of course. "Where did you wander down from?" Like her, he was a wolf of the North.