The Bracken Woods what good is an idea if it remains an idea? try. experiment

The other male stepped nearer, accepting the invitation to approach that the black wolf's posture had offered. Tagg's head reached forward slightly, his nostrils twitching as he made to draw the other wolf's scent in. He studied it, and knew without asking or being told that this wolf was unaffiliated. The other guessed as much about Tagg, and the wolf's blunt snout dipped down in a confirming nod.

"Tagg," he replied. "Haven't seen her. She sounds pretty though," he winked, and there in his eye was a glint of humor. Without waiting for a response he turned away and walked ahead, gesturing with a sweep of his broad head for the other wolf to follow. "Should be a deer around," he commented, but before he took more than several paces he spotted another, a female, heading their way.

His heavy paws stilled. As before, his ears were lifted, and his stance stiffened as he studied the female's approach.