Blackfeather Woods pissukpok

New movement snared her attention, and the dust mote was a thing of ancient memory by the time the whole of Takiyok had entered the whelping den. Tunerk knew a slew of wolves this shade, and had yet to know fear when it came to strangers; that, and the scent of the other was familiar. Though it had been a while, Takiyok's scent had been a frequent presence once, both individually and upon her mothers furs when she fed.

And so, the brown cub greeted her with a waving tail, the movement so vigorous that her hind legs needed to adjust in order to support the movement. Tunerk did not understand a word the she-wolf said, and though she could hear her ears had yet to go upright and so the sound was not quite so clear as it would be once this transpired. Still, the sounds made interested Tunerk, who crudely mimicked her. Wheaooo, came the noise, indiscernable. Her tail waved upon the show of affection, which caused her to fall onto her rear-end softly. The movement did not stop, however; it still beat steadily against the ground.