Emberwood I'm too careful and always in a rush

Hearing the sound of the other in the forest, Squirrel sought her out. It was a petite female of brownish red fur who was peculiarly enough, missing a tail. In its stead was a stumpy scarred mass which caused her to grimace at the thought of how painful it must have been.

She recognized a pack scent on the other, she smelt strongly of other wolves, they all had a similar tinge to them that marked her as a pack wolf. They were on neutral land as it was, meaning she owed nothing to this other. "Hey,"she greeted as she approached, offering no submission to this woman. Her stance was neither submissive not aggressive, only friendly.