Silvertip Mountain Matchmaker

Aww! He's trying his best I guess :>

     Anita had met many of her pack members, but she still couldn't match every name to a face. She intended to fix that, spying a somewhat unfamiliar wolf milling around. He seemed to be wandering, and Anita hoped she wasn't interrupting anything important.

    The crimson female walked quietly up to the older male, a friendly glint in her eyes. She opened with a: "I don't think we've formally met yet," followed by a smile. Appearing friendly was a top priority; she didn't think scaring Chaska was something she was in the position to do anyway. "My name is Anita, and you?"