an unashamed with the wicked tongues sing

Woo! <3

A familiar scent drifted through the air, one that Kroc had not scented in a while now. She had her own missions and said directives had taken her elsewhere at Tonravik's behest. This, the pale wolf knew and so had no intentions of chasing out the coywolf that had come back to them. No, in actuality, she was glad to scent the smaller female again and sought her out now to officially welcome her back. There had been too few whose skill she was absolutely sure of, especially after Kodiak had left and no hide or hair of Ivitaruk.

Spotting the other, Kroc barked, a low and rare sound as she trotted closer. Her gait was heavy but she moved with no problem, her weight an asset rather than a hindrance. Her tail brushed the air a bit, displaying her amicable attitude towards the other, but she came off no more relaxed than she normally did. (What even was relaxing? Kroc may never know.) "Hot damn, look who's back." She grinned slightly, a quick expression that faded away as she slowed in her approach.