Emberwood i was born with a knife in one hand and a wound in the other

There was a physical murmur of acknowledgement that Menta's careful eyes quickly spotted, and a small noise given when the other slowed to a stop. So she had recognized her as well, but made no threatening movement. The cream wolf was pleased with this - she had gotten her fill of confrontation to last her a while - and stopped her own walk, still giving the dark wolf plenty of space and glance respectfully away from her face.

Hello, Heda, she opened cautiously. It had seemed a respectful and appropriate enough title from the other wolf's usage, and it was all Menta had to go off on. Perhaps this land was far away enough from claimed lands for both of them to feel more comfortable in an actual conversation, and it was promising that the dark wolf had come to a polite stop.