Emberwood Not The Plan

Nova, after her encounter just a little bit ago, was reasonably wary. This male HAD said this wasnt his land, perhaps that was the difference.... None the less, she kept her eyes on him even if they were friendlier. She, too, looked over the wolf across from her. He was built strong, with a mostly reddish tan pelt. Black and silver tinted here and there, and a pair of olive eyes looked over her own ginger, cream, and black furs. He spoke to her, and her pleasure was obvious in the perking of her ears towards him. Queen? Hm. She knew different packs, different cultures, referred to ranks differently. She could not tell if he was referring to her age or just because she was a female, but regardless the respect was clear and that was what mattered. THIS was the type of hello she'd wanted on the borders of Phoenix, only because she knew a wolf her age was no REAL threat to any of the young, toughened pack wolves. She truely had not meant to be disrespectful, though somehow it had been found. She smiled softly, most if not all of her worry gone. Why would he bother offering to clean her wounds just to hurt her? Nonsense. In turn, she dipped her head and showed him the respect he gave. Nova was the type of wolf who gave what she got: anger to anger, love to love. It was the way the world SHOULD be, she thought.
     "If you don't mind, that would be lovely Mr...."
She trailed off and tipped her head, awaiting a name she hoped to get. If given, she too would share her own name, such was the way of Nova.