Iktome Plains gun runner

She trusted herself to phase across the necessary spectrum when it came to encounters and adapting to what they needed from her. Already used to meeting wolves on unfamiliar turf, she knew better than to rely entirely on the landscape's advantage when it was not her home court. Always, she assumed they knew more than she did and had more comrades at their nearby disposal--so the role of curious scout was one she fit into quite neatly, and it seemed that today her good mood (and sated hunger) added a little extra zest.

When she knew he was engaged enough to interact--loping her way with his tail flagged left no room for doubts--she refused to balk as he neared (and proved to be plenty big to boot) while she kept her momentum going his way to take her to the hill's base. Jomyo held fast to the small arc of her own banner, although it paled compared to his, and seemed a little more questioning with its wave than outright domineering. Neither did she swiftly close all of the space between them.. only leaving a few body lengths at least; she did not know enough yet, so it was certainly close enough.

Bright-eyed, she looked him up and down while her nose quivered eagerly towards the intimidating male. Far more than her, he matched the scents of this region far more than others she had smelled in passing. "Something bring you out here?" she asked, still poised to dart in the back of her mind in case this was pack buffer zones. It was a broad enough icebreaker that he could take, or leave, and she remained confident in the head start she'd get if she needed to flee outright.