The Sentinels two verses

Aria's head turned. She looks to see a gray wolf-- old but kind looking. Her head dips, and she reminds herself that the polite thing to do would be to stand, so she does. The pale girl stands tall, her should straight and head high as always. The other woman had bowed, but her eyes remain locked on her. Aria could not help but wonder why, as usually she tried not to stare at others-- perhaps she had met this wolf before? 

"Hello," she murmurs in response, her head tilting slightly to the side. Her eyes narrow, looking the other woman over. She is much taller than herself, but perhaps skinnier. Aria is thin, but it is of a healthier sort and her thick fur often distracts from her thin figure. "You are new, yes?" she then asks, her luminous eyes still held on the other.