Emberflame Ridge Burning incandescently

As he permitted her to sniff at him, he joined her; she drank the heady stuff of his aroma in, and found in him something that set him apart from any other via scent. His aromatic concoction was as unique as any; just as seasalt seemed a part of him, so too did rock and forest. Simply put, this one smelt like the limitless and open world; he smelled of what freedom must feel like, and not this restraining sort of freedom she was under as a lone wolf. But then there was something else there, too; the scent of his timidity, before he rolled and revealed to her his vulnerable, fleshy stomach. 

Saghani understood the ritual; she had seen it many a time, but had never provoked or inspired it. She wondered if the world here was softer than the outside place she had known; where strangers would sooner turn their fangs on you than submit, because who knew the others intent? Saghani was mistrustful and wary of others from her own past encounters; this one was simply different. What it was that drew her to him she did not know. But as he exposed himself, Saghani found herself responding to his ritual and placing her foreleg possessively over him, tail waving behind her in partial pleasure, partial dominance. The latter did come naturally to her, inherently; he was simply awakening a dormant part to her. 

Youth meant little in the wild. As little as words, truly. Experience was what prevailed, and strength. The law of the wild was dictated by tooth and claw, and that alone. And for her own part, Saghani was wise beyond her years, her hand in this forced yet taken perfectly in stride. Saghani withdrew from him and her cupped ears flit, thinking of something her mother would do when taking another into her ranks. The she wolf wasn't too sure if that was what she herself was doing, but in a way, she wished it so. As a wolf whom had run with pack for as long as she could remember, she felt this was somehow the right direction to head in. Someone to hunt with, and walk with, and never talk with; that he did not speak was good to the woman who would not speak anyhow.