Dawnlark Plains carry me home

While trying to catch his breath the back of Mac's neck prickled with the sense of being watched. Warm eyes lifted, expecting to see Fry staggering across the distance, but instead he only found the distinct silhouette of a creature he now knew by the name wolf. She kept her distance...the same curious awe Ondine and Spring had emulated stagnating in the silence shared between them.
 
He tried his best to be friendly with the wary she wolf studying from the distance. It was easy to understand her misconceptions about his appearance; where he only needed to learn once what wolves were the wolves in return needed to learn of him one by one by one...the repeated suspicion thrown his way was little more than a delay in introductions. Thus far he'd not encountered anyone who gave the direct impression that they'd like to hurt him.  
 
"Hello!" he woofed with a casual thump of his tail. If that didn't convince the femme that they were destined to be best friends forever then he didn't know what would!