Phoenix Maplewood Grace, beauty, and other girly synonyms.

She nearly walked right past the young red and black she wolf. She was more russet only looking red and black up close like this. When she realized how close she was to another wolf she yelped in surprise. She calmed soon, realizing this was the newest member.

"Oh, hello." She was never one to enforce her dominance on lower wolves, especially since she had been low rank most of her life. It was odd being dominant but she could be if you were an ass to her just because she was friendly. 

She noticed that the she wolf had a bad leg, worse than her own limp. She glanced down at the large faded greyish scar on her foreleg. It made her limp slightly but she was still surprisingly agile. She didn't judge this other she wolf for her own troubles and felt more at home with another like herself in the pack.