Silvertip Mountain compass, point me anywhere

Anita saw Steady's dark shape trotting towards her, tail wagging in a friendly gesture. She greeted him with a respectful nod, though her tail was wagging as well. After hanging out, the she-wolf felt more comfortable around the Alpha; she glad that they had the chance to go down to the river and mess around. 

"Hello Steady," she greeted with a mock seriousness. A few weeks before, she would have probably sat there stiffly while in his presence, but it felt good to be casual. Not too casual, though. Anita had to remember that one play in the river didn't mean she could wash away the rules of subordination. But maybe, they could be thinned out -- just a little bit.

"I was wondering if I could go on a scouting trip--or if you had any ideas for one," she responded. "I'd like to work more on my scouting trade, but I can't think of anything to work towards, if that makes sense," Anita added, hoping that she was, in fact, making sense.