Porcupine Ridge city of decay

If it was words he awaited, he had come to the wrong place. It was rare for Fox to speak unless spoken to, and that was usually amongst friends and family (i.e. Swiftcurrent Creek's inhabitants). Most of what needed to be said to strangers could be done much better through the movements of her body: the quelling of fears, the warnings to back away, the inviting gestures to come closer. Those were things that needed to be said to strangers. Nothing more, nothing less.

The mocha wolf had not backed away, and so Fox took it as a sign that she was permitted to come closer. She did so, again licking her lips to assure him she meant no harm. When she reached him, she stretched her neck to touch her nose to his neck (should he not give signs that she was to back away), breathing in his scent that was thick with the musk of Peregrine's pack.