Bearclaw Valley With our hands over our hearts

The wolfess' small gesture of a smile and a tentative tail wag made a smile grow on her face. It wasn't often she talked to other wolves, and this meeting was going better than she expected. With a flick of her ear, she spoke again. It's nice to meet you. Again her awkwardness around strange wolves came forward, and she couldn't think of anything else to say, so she continued to smile.