Silvertip Mountain Waiting For Spring

Mara did not pick up the scent of the silvery male until he was in her sight, her ears pricked but body lowered in submission in respect, remembering what the Beta had informed her before. How she must lower herself in the presence of every wolf because she was the lowest rank in the pack. She hadn't met this pack member yet, but he was older than her by years. Pondering his question by taking a look around in the scenery of the new morning. "I would say so," she agreed. Her tail flicked back and forth a bit, in questioning.