Blacktail Deer Plateau survival 101

Before their conversation could move past her stumble and sheer inability to figure out what to say in this response, another wolf came; she recognized this one as one of the first to show up at the moose carcass. He asked her a point blank question, and she blinked dumbly for a moment. Clearing her throat she found a bit of confidence and tried to answer with said confidence, but instead ended up deepening her voice into a comical pitch to go oh-so-greatly with her choice of phrases. "I come in peace. I have come to live with the wolves. Errr, ah—" she stammered. "You! ...I have come to live with you." She gave her head a firm nod, her brows wrinkling and lips pursing as she tried to make a serious expression.

Suddenly remembering proper customs, she stepped forward. Her tail was still lifted behind her, its tip still curled, as she leaned forward, extending her muzzle to touch her nose to his in a proper greeting. Or so she thought.