Porcupine Ridge All my life, I was never there

The other was cautious of her -- rightfully so. She made no sound as she ambled even closer, her stance would remain of neutrality for now until a challenge was placed before her -- and until she had better determined where she stood among the unofficial Ridge ranks. Her eyes skirted over his body -- the warmth of his pelt was welcoming to her eyes and she noted that much like every other male wolf she had encountered thus far in this land, she felt a certain pull of attraction. It was all becoming far to obvious to the she-wolf to what she truly sought -- a family of her own. But this was a thought that was silenced, even to Terich-mir.
 
She drew forward only a few feet before him, her nostrils flaring as she took in his scent. He smelled faintly of the Ridge and Taggarik -- a scent she knew would become more prominent with time.  She spoke nothing yet -- instead, her tail swept behind her in a friendly nature and her muzzle canted ever so slightly to the right.