Blackfoot Forest swan song

The agouti saw the large mass of fur, soon extending her greetings to him. His smile was gentle, a good sway placed on his tail. She soon asked for his name, the boy responded calmly. "Samuel, though some call me Sam" he replied, though 'some' was actually Liri, his patient. Amara was her name? It really suited her, just for some unknown reason... it fitted her.

What rank was she though? Samuel hadn't seen her before, was she higher ranked than himself? Of god, what if she was the alpha and he hadn't greeted her the right way?! He might was well kiss his rump and pack spot goodbye!

Quickly, he had to readjust himself to make his body seem smaller in stature. It was not very much, but enough to show his submission. Her scent gave it off, she was in fact the alpha. "My apologies for greeting you wrong, you must be the alpha of the Rosings" he offered to her, his ears flattened the tiniest bit in shame.

His eyes wandered from the ground to the white ghost that hid behind Amara, a few good lengths away. "Do you have a friend back there?" He asked, quite curious.