Hoshor Plains Memories of the land

As the mottled wolf approached, Quiet shifted to the side, noticing his intended target - the charred bones she had been sniffing. Wrinkling her nose and once more snorting, her nasal passage was cleared, letting her sniff the wolf's pelt. Burke's familiar smell greeted her, causing her to wag her tail slightly in a more personal greeting. A member of her pack! She had not met many of her packmates, being the reclusive spy she was, so seeing another so far away from their dark realm was exciting to her. Perhaps he was another spy like her!

Quiet chuffed softly, a questioning tone entering the sound, asking the wolf what he thought it was, if he understood.