Frogspawn Swamp a lonely cry

She struggled to formulate a response, unused to the strange way wolves greeted one another, here. In the plains where she'd been born and raised, all animals greeted each other with a peaceable "Hail" when they didn't have a reason not to. Did this wolf mean her harm, or was he just ignorant of the custom she'd grown up with?

"Hi there," she called back, attempting to assimilate to his conventions. She'd do well to be gracious and accepting, if she wanted to make friends. But the male was already ignoring her, sniffing around in the mud and new-growth grass. He's hunting frogs, she realized, her tail wagging faintly as she watched him stalk the tiny creatures. He seemed to have some trouble seeing them - and indeed, she noticed a telltale milkyness in his dull, orange-tinted eyes.

A plan forming in her mind, Doe put her nose to the ground and sniffed out her quarry, hoping a peace offering might help endear her to the stranger. She dove after the biggest frog she could find - which still wasn't much - and then carefully approach the bigger wolf with the sad little prize held carefully in her jaw.