Porcupine Ridge pass the vodka

While her stance might have indicated her position, she relaxed visibly at his submission, taking a more casual approach upon their discussion. She felt no need to lord her rank over others – and thus far, the wolves within the Ridge seemed to honor the code of the hierarchy – though she wondered soon if scuffles would begin to occur as the newer wolves settled themselves.
 
“Nice to meet you,” she returned in kind, her ears flickering forward as she regarded him quietly. With a nod toward the borders, the slender she-wolf made to steer them both to continue his border patrol – no reason they could not do a round while conversing. Raking her mind for topic interests, she cast the yearling a sideways glance, a small smile shadowing her lips. “And can I ask what brings you to Porcupine Ridge?”