Cassiopeia's View And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

They drew up alongside each other, two pearl white wolves with glistening black noses a-twitch. The Stormthorn's hackles along her spine and hip raised as she passed her nose along the other wolf's muzzle (if allowed). Never once did her eyes leave Ness', but there was no aggression in her gaze. She pulled back, her own tail suspended above her hocks. The female seemed pleasant and while Pallas would never trust a stranger, her hunger was slaked enough that she was not entirely miserable company. The she-wolf grunted in reply before asking "You're from here. Where?"