Blacktail Deer Plateau we are, we are, we are, we are, we were

Being a rather new member to Blacktail Deer Plateau, there weren't very many other wolves whom Marigold had met yet. She'd mostly just lingered around the clearing and the various dens, familiarizing herself with every nook and cranny of her new home. Generally she'd hop right into conversation and begin to chat away about herself and occasionally about her surroundings, but the dusty-furred canine seemed much more aloof than she had been before joining the pack (there was no doubt, however, that Marigold would continue being a social butterfly as soon as she felt the urge to connect and spark some bonds with her packmates).

The coarse-coated female lifted herself from the ground now (she'd been soaking up the sun before a layer of thick clouds had begun to form up above), arching her back in a sleepy stretch. Perhaps she'd go and go ahead and chat with some of her fellow packmates now. She was beginning to yearn for attention and wanted to get to know the others whom she'd be sharing territory with. It seemed like a good idea; surely the others were curious to know some information about herself? She certainly wanted to talk now.

Instantly Marigold was drawn towards on of the pack pups, a sooty-tinted female known as Osprey Jr. She seemed to be entertaining herself by bucking her paws upwards whilst rolling on her pack. I was obvious something was bugging her due to the frustrated growls she seemed to be muttering. "Salutations." Marigold greeted, lowering her hand so that her face and snout were at the young tyke's level.