In the midst of her waiting, the female had taken to a mild groom, pulling the debris of travel from her digits as she waited. She was careful not to leave a bit of herself along the border, even near, lest she inadvertently imply some kind of rebellion to the Creek wolves. She hadn’t the mind, nor care, to invite such ill manners to the Teekon neighbors. She was there for a single purpose; to fulfill the potential seen by another and those she called brethren.
Freeing a stubborn splinter from a weather pad, she looked up with ears twitching to the tell of another’s approach. Her posture was casual upon greeting, retaining a neutral seated form as she waited to properly be acknowledge. The question of purpose, her signal then to rise to all fours to her fullest height though tactfully slouched in the shoulders. She was not there to create an impression upon another, at least not one to convey a contesting air.
“Good day,” she dipped her muzzle politely, her raspy chords hardly a whisper as she continued with her intention. “My business is with Njal of the Creek. We have an engagement. Is he present?” |