Otter Creek it seems only fitting

Not long into her tranquil state was she interrupted by the sound of another lapping up the waters of the creek. Her eyes remain closed, though her nose twitches as she takes in the same metallic scent as that which she had scented on the mesa. Intrigued, Zhenya lifts herself slowly, trying to gauge the size of the male despite the distance between them. She barks, a neutral greeting in constrast to the ongoing harmonies which seem to cease in the presence of each new wolf. Interest peaks, yet Zhenya keeps herself in place, waiting for the other's response.