Moonspear Catch and release

Dash, she repeated in her head. He looked like he could be a sprinter. Just like he didn't comment out loud on her coat color, she didn't say this aloud either. She just waved her black tail, then reposed on her haunches after he sat up so they were more or less on even footing. Like most wolves, he outstripped her in size, looming like an evening shadow.

"Just a couple of weeks," she replied. She could have thrown the question back at him but technically everyone was new to the area and she supposed it no longer mattered much whether a specific wolf had come here from the bay or the spire. "I was just trying to track some prey, if you'd like to join me?" she invited. It always felt productive to mix a little business with pleasure.