Moonspear But keep your fighting spirit alive, boys

He was honestly expecting food to come before meeting anyone, just due to the chances.  What were the odds he’d run into another wolf so soon? But apparently this pack kept a close eye on things.  He was reminded suddenly of Towhee, and her attitude towards outsiders.  Instantly he was defensive, prepared to be met with a cold (if not openly hostile) welcome.

Instead it was a familiar face that greeted him.  His tail waved his welcome, and he smiled, even as he answered her with the usual open honesty.  “Not really.”  It was obvious even with this that he was happy to see her though.  

Subconsciously he responded to her posture by lowering his own somewhat, completely relaxed.  Gannet had never been the type to try and dominate an encounter.