The Sentinels I aim to please

Aria, upon seeing the larger wolf enter, immediately lowered her head to him. Proud of herself for suspecting a higher figure and being correct, she inwardly praised herself. However, she made no movements to show her pride other than a small smile which could be interpreted as nothing but politeness in her greeting. She raised her head a little so the male could see her face clearly, and let her ears flick down towards her skull still in submission to him.

"My name is Aria," she woofed clearly, no fear or anxiety resting in her voice. The wolf was not afraid, she knew that if he intended an attack he'd have done so by now, and now she only wished to impress him. "I come from a colder climate far outside these lands, I sought out this pack in hopes of joining," she informed him, her white fur glinting as the afternoon sun shine through the clouds. "I have plenty to offer your pack, if you will consider me."