Northstar Vale The only feelings I have for you are rage and pissed off-ed-ness

Saena watched patiently as the wolf wavered, then disappeared from sight. Her nub of a tail switched back and forth curiously as she scanned the ridges above, but grew still once more when Minna reappeared, lower and nearer now. The first bitch's ears twisted and she dipped her hindquarters to sit, only moving once more when Minna's paws brushed the ground of the vale and the woman drew near. At this, Saena rose to her feet once more, leaving the dried carcass where she'd dropped it, and swept forward.

"Hey," she greeted simply, and only now did she assume a posture of authority, with legs stretched so she might stand tall and ears erect and forward. Her bobbed tail remained in line with her spine, but the change was hardly noticeable from when it was down, so short was it. The majority of Saena's body language occurred in her face; her eyes were wide, confident, and fixed firmly on Minna. "You approach Saena, first wolf of the Duskvale pack," she announced herself, feeling mighty proud as she said it aloud.

There were many things the bitch sought to test with this encounter: Minna's temperament, her response to dominance displays, her reaction to a pack wolf's approach, maybe even her willingness to lie on her back and allow Saena to sniff her privates and become intimately familiar with her. All of these things would determine how Minna was treated while on Duskvale territory, whether she was passing through or looking to stay. They had no need for words in their interaction, and yet Saena was a loquacious creature, and even as she stepped closer—close enough to possibly invade Minna's space, if the lone wolf would even tolerate it—she asked, "what is your name?"