Silvertip Mountain Crooked Young

Mara's ears perked at the sight of the pale wolf, but lowered once he spoke. Taking Steady's words into action, she lowered herself to be smaller than him, though it wasn't much since he was so tall. She may lack much in smell, but when he was closer she could tell he was in her pack with his scent. She looked down at her paw once he had mentioned it. "It seems I have," she concluded. "I was just about to wash it." A small amount of blood dripped onto the ground below her lifted foot. "I'm Mara, by the way, it's good to meet you." This interaction was strange to her, with her wolf-on-wolf contact being so limited in her years, but all in all, she thought she'd been handling it well so far.