Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

Luke had an itch, and it was an itch he could not quite reach, and so it was that the white wolf found himself rolling around on the ground, painting a comic picture as he tossed and squirmed. Eventually, he had scuffed his spine against the earth enough that the itch dissipated, and he rose to his feet and gave himself a rigorous shake; pieces of grass and bits of dirt sprang free from his pelt. As Luke stretched himself tall, inhaling a deep breath, he caught wind of unfamiliar scent. Curious, he turned toward it and jogged.

His sweeping gaze found a sitting female, enjoying the sunlight. As he was approaching from behind, Luke gave her a friend woof to alert her before he was so close that he startled her (he was doing that to wolves a lot lately). Then as he neared, his tail waving amicably, he smiled and said "hey!"