bet you crawled

Quill wiggled enthusiastically in place, ready to pounce upon the warren. Her lantern-like eyes were bright and she prepared to pounce. But when she heard another coming near, Quill was distracted by them. Whoever it was (she had yet to meet anyone but the leadership) offered her help... and Quill threw him an appreciative look. "Sure," she responded, keeping quiet herself.

She also tested him, lifting her tail somewhat; she was hardly committed to the task of challenging him for his rank, but, some wolves didn't need to be challenged, only pushed. Some were meant to ascend, others were meant to go wherever the wind blew them. Quill, having been a packs second before, was one who pushed herself. She was easygoing, but Quill had to figure out her place here.