Emberflame Ridge Burning incandescently

Saghani, in coming to this land, had intentions to make something of herself that she could not, at the present time, do so from the place she had come. Instinctively she knew what she sought, but she was not so driven, yet, to search and call for a wolf to be her equal. While Saghani would be content to rise anywhere, to start low and climb high to establish to others her worth, her patience and her youth combatted that rationale. 

It was hard to decipher the other that stood before her. Was he a loner, like she? Did he seek what she did? But in moments these questions were answered; he deferred to her, leaving the boughs around them to quiver in uncertainty. Saghani shifted her weight and pondered for a moment... 

And then she moved toward him without an ounce of hesitation. Her tail was lax–this place not her own–but her stride was confident. Yellow eyes held him as she marched toward him. And when she was close enough, Saghani paused before taking one more step nearer, testing his boundaries. She simply wanted to smell him, and take in his condition while she was at it. 

Her ears fanned uncertainly atop her proud crown. It seemed, now, the trees were bent for her; a droning moan came from between their drooping arms. Saghani had accepted his bestowed role, acting at last as the initiator and the instigator.