Larksong Grotto She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires

"Sup, Reek," the girl greeting, her head raising slightly. Reek did not seem to be bothered by a lack of postural respect. Her lowered form and tail wag seemed to mean little to him, as he brushed it off and greeted her with more enthusiasm than she'd heard in a while. He did, however, return her smile, and Jhala appreciated his kindness. She turned to said orange wolf, sopping wet and goofy-faced. Ditty was his name it seemed, and it was a pretty fitting name. She wasn't sure Jhala was an appropriate name for herself, it seemed to formal, but she'd never known anything else. 

"No," she began, "I've only-" her response was cut short from shock as Ditty shoved his nose into her side. She stared at Reek with a wide pair of amber eyes before she hesitantly touched her nose to his own shoulder. He smelled of sand and water, as predicted, and she did her best not to scrunch up her nose. She did get a bit of his own scent though, and remembered it for later on. She inched away from him slightly, closer to Reek, mostly out of confusion. She then let her tail wag comfortably behind her, showing she was honestly totally okay, just confused. "I've only met Tavi," she finished, looking to her new alpha with a fond expression.