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She paced nervously by the edge, though when she saw in the far distance, a silhouette of a wolf, she stopped immediately and stood, still as a rock. Then, as the figure drew closer and closer, Genie began to panick internally. Shit. What was she supposed to do? No one had ever really told her how to do this. No, she didn't need to be told how to do this. She could do this. She was a wolf, for god's sake. This was in her nature. Right? Her posture shifted into one of submission, tail swinging low by shadowy ankles, chocolate crown lowered as she nervously anticipated the arrival of the wolf.

Nervousness crawled up the length of her spine, sparking a chill on her neck. Genie knew that she was overreacting just a bit, but there was no one around to judge, and even if there was, she really couldn't care less. She just needed to get through this in one piece. That should be easy enough. She steeled herself, adopting a facade of quiet confidence. Her posture remained respectful and submissive, but she was not trembling or generally making a fool of herself.

The wolf was huge. Burly and robust, with a pelt of dark gray fading into a gentle cream on his undersides and beautiful turquoise eyes. She loved pretty eyes, and if she wasn't so nervous, she'd probably have stared a bit longer — not that she did stare at the bear of a wolf, but, figuratively speaking. 

The bear had a name. Rannoch Frostfur. Alpha. Genie thought he looked pretty young, possibly the same age as her, and yet, he was the Alpha. That was pretty cool, she had to admit. 

"My name is Genie Korwulyn," she spoke, her voice soft and smooth and thankfully, without a stutter.  She praised herself silently. "And I seek to join your pack."