Emberflame Ridge sorry mr policeman, if i wanted to talk i woulda called a friend

HELLO PAL

The hackles of intuition stood on end and collectively, the little wolf's nose and eyes ascertained the tinkerpot-black figure, observing her at length from the hillside. Startled, a sharp inhale yoked in Lusca's throat as she tried to make sense of the indistinct proportions, nape bristling.  

Much to her relief, the quick appraisal verified that this was someone of her ilk and not the more disagreeable lot of a disgruntled bear, tracking her down after she'd barged so indiscreetly into its commonwealth. Her posture slackened and she ambled along toward the fellow, coming to a standstill upon arrival at a polite distance at the foot of the hill.

Friendly -- yet not without a wonted pearl of uneasiness -- Lusca chattered a good-natured "how's tricks?", tail falling pensile at her hocks.