Firefly Glen Knock knock! Who's there? Anxiety!

Of all the packs that had come and gone over her many, many moons in the Teekon, she knew the dark forest to be resilient and consistent if nothing else. They remained shrouded in their own degree of mystery, which she believed they wished to keep about them for their own benefit, and she would always naturally associate them with Meldresi -- the first of their wolves she had ever known. But even that encounter was nondescript and Amekaze rarely saw their wolves. Which was fine with her. She had no reason to.

"Are you scouting?" she asked, trying to keep her tone not nearly so clipped as before as she thought of her own scouts and their recent routes away from home. Since the coywolf wasn't speaking, Amekaze was beginning to get suspicious as to why -- not that this meeting had progressed very far yet, so it was just a fleeting feeling still. Was she being that overbearing to keep her in silence? She didn't think so, but maybe words just did not come easy to her. "Or tracking something?" she asked. Of course, she could go on and on, but these were vague enough directions so that the dark alpha could feel out her business here, if she had any at all.