Dawnlark Plains there's treasure everywhere

A flash of red fur caught Drag's attention from where she sat near the foot of the burnt rise. She sat up straighter and squinted, watching the figure cross the plain and climb a small hillock with a crooked tree—an Ulmus americana, she noted absently—at its pinnacle. The she-wolf rose and loped in that direction, her leggy gait carrying her swiftly up the same gentle slope until she stood only yards behind the other animal.

"Hola, Vulpes vulpes," she barked, only to catch the other's scent. Her face wrinkled in confusion. "You are not a Vulpes vulpes," Dragyn amended, her tone somewhat accusatory. Mismatched eyes narrowed, she leaned in and sniffed. "Oh." Her lips began to curve into a smile. "You are a wolf. I cannot tell which kind." Drag said this in a tone of displeasure, her features screwing up thoughtfully, before both expression and voice lightened again. "But you are part Canis latrans also?"

I know this post borders on meta-gaming, so please just let me know if you want me to change it! :)