Wapun Meadow Wakooli

His scent was singular, and Fox relaxed. One wolf could only do so much damage, and Fox could handle herself in a one-on-one situation. There was no need to call for any backup; no need to make things ugly. If anything, this was a potential recruit that should be observed and judged of his worthiness. Fox was a wolf of few words when it came to those she did not know, and even fewer when the other did not speak first. Farstep fit these criteria to the T, so the yearling remained silent and watchful, stilling herself five or six yards away from him.

In an effort to display that she meant no harm, Fox licked her lips and shook her coat. They were both clear, nonverbal signals that were meant to calm herself and those around her. It was essentially a silent icebreaker. Then, she stood still, waiting for him to make the next move.