Sleeping Dragon monsun

Edit on 5/17: Since this has been sitting a while, I'm going to conclude and archive it. You two are welcome to revive it if you like, of course. :)

They took notice of her, yet neither wolf beckoned her closer, so Wildfire continued to hang back. She could hear their voices as they spoke to one another. She blinked at the male's observation. She didn't take it personally, though the female's rejoinder caused her lips to twitch into a grin. Oh, the yearling though, shifting her weight, I like her. She wanted to come closer and introduce herself, yet Wildfire still didn't want to infringe on the two, so she busied herself with sniffing the ground, combing it idly for scents of prey.

Two things happened subsequently. Well, one thing didn't happen: neither of them motioned her closer. And then she actually struck a fresh game trail. The young she-wolf paused, licking her lips and glancing at the argumentative pair before shrugging to herself and loping in the direction of prey. It seemed a more promising use of her time, anyhow.