Lost Creek Hollow it's the king's turn

The wolf slows to a stop and turns to greet her.  Friendly, she’s thankful, and not surprised by her appearance.  It’s then she realizes she doesn’t know his name even though they’ve technically met.  It was hardly a meeting, if she were being honest, but she didn’t feel uncomfortable in his presence as she might a stranger.  His smile puts one to her features and her tail wags behind her.

“Root,” she introduces with an extra eager few shakes of her tail.  “I’d say this is a much better way to meet, right?” Her voice ends in a soft laugh.  The circumstances are a better alternative to something stressful and frustrating.  There hadn’t been a lot of time for idle chitchat between colleagues. Her head jerks, pushing her new friend back in the direction he’d been going for his patrol.