Hoshor Plains don't let your fears win

She didn't have to search long. The wolf revealed itself, then made a slow approach while calling out in an amiable tone. Reggie stiffened and partially crouched, though she did not flee as Sart did. In fact, her sister's reaction was met with a low, rumbling growl. Although Sart may have been reacting instinctively, she had been taught better than that.

"Wolf," she repeated, speaking in a hiss out of the corner of her mouth. "Bow." Even as that word slipped past her lips, she lowered her head and allowed her tail to go limp behind her. She kept her blue gaze fixed on the wolf's strange, homely face. Reggie carefully avoided his eyes. Though she was socially programmed to treat wolves like kings and queens, that didn't mean she trusted them implicitly. She took after her father that way.