Barrow Fields ancient wolves

A soft giggle escaped Grace's black faded muzzle, and her golden eyes sparkled. 
           "Humble equals happy, think of how others will see your actions, and don't speak with fishy breath. Got it, Shreya!"
The russent female reached out to nuzzle the grey elders shoulder, but was not so keen to leave. She missed Shreya, and desperately wished she had hunted on the way here. She gladly would've given her the meal.