Ankyra Sound the cloth i'm cut from don't take too kindly to being held down in restraint

The shape of the dark female stood out against the pebbly shore, as vividly as her own rich brown coat did. This female was darker, more along the lines of ebony. She vaguely recognized her from the chase they went on briefly after her induction into the pack. 

She had not formerly been introduced to the girl, nor had she gotten to know her as of yet. It was high time she began meeting her pack members she decided as she rose to follow after the larger woman. 

She trotted alongside the woman, barking softly to greet her. Her eyes moved sideways, raking over the female she had been ordered to keep an eye on.