Porcupine Ridge Melange, The Spice

We can probably fade here if you like!

The wolf's gentle manner continues in spite of a ripple of apprehension that Tuwawi's investigation prompts. He feels his furs shifting along his spine, but the prickle is anticipatory more than anything, and lacks aggression of any sort. He's intrigued by the black collar but determines that it isn't harmful, having neither strangled its wearer nor injured him, and with that out of the way, there's nothing barring this wonderful woman from joining their fold.

He takes one step further to close the distance, turning his head to brush first his crown, then his shoulder and finally the length of his body along her flank. In so doing, he deposits his own scent along her hairs and welcomes her to the ridge pack. His tail beats back and forth as he attempts to round her and do the same on the other side, after which he would invite her in with his customary play bow and a rambunctious bark.