Sawtooth Spire Always a catch

Tonravik watched the pale male approach the densite. Her long legs carried her toward him so that she could meet him halfway, and once she did she sniffed thoroughly at his furs. Aariak looked to be in good health which pleased her thoroughly. Her mate had done well in leading the pack as she could not, but she was ready to resume her duties beside him. Her lobes pricked forward as he spoke, and she grunted in kind, lifting her head to assert her rank. Getting back into the swing of things required this of her, and she was more guarded around the brood. 

Aariak had met them already along with the pack, and all had gone well, then. Even so, one-on-ones could go different. The male had experience with cubs she knew... and now that he was here with her, she wondered at seeing him in action. The woman wanted to trust him, but was quite cautious with her firstborns.