Moonspear Catch and release

A quiet woof scattered her thoughts and drew her attention to a black wolf silhouetted by the mouth of a small den. For an instant, Wildfire thought she was looking at her sister, Raven. She blinked and the moment passed. The youth smiled and wiggled her tail as she slowly moved toward him. Mindful of her place in the pack—at the bottom by default of her youth, though not for much longer—she kept her head lowered respectfully and her warm amber gaze averted. She did peek up through her lashes to glance at his face and memorize his features, though she dropped her eyes before her lingering gaze could be considered a challenge.

"Hi there," she said quietly. "I'm Wildfire." The requisite who are you? was implied by the tilt of her head and the slight forward angle of her large ears.