Porcupine Ridge moose notepad and jeep pen

A trill went up her spine the moment he made contact with her, but she suppressed it – a small smile faltered to her muzzle for only a moment, but then she gave a swift shake of her muzzle. “It appears we might have neighbors soon – very close neighbors,” she rumbled, her tone edgy as she gave a roll of her shoulders, attempting to release some of her agitation.
 
Nothing had been forthcoming before – but scents did not lie, and the ebony she-wolf’s scent was practically at their borders constantly, given the proximity. “I don’t like it,” she noted, as if she had to reiterate this despite the gravel of her tone.