Porcupine Ridge moose notepad and jeep pen

The ebony wolf did not step away from her, as she was accustom to him doing at this juncture of their greetings. Instead, his touch would creep to the edges of her ear, and rather than pull away, the silver-tipped woman allowed a gentle sigh to escape her, tipping her own muzzle up to graze his cheek affectionately. His touch was no doubt only merely meant to soothe her, and she could not read too far in to any of it.
 
"I did -- I believe she's the aspiring Alpha," she murmured, though she had yet to pull back, and the words almost melded to the nape of his fur where she briefly touched now. Finally she did pull back, her frosted eyes glancing to his cheek. "I did not realize she was thinking of actually settling there.. I told her our pack was not very far." She paused, offering a derisive snort. "I'd like to remind her of that by taking a few members down to show her."