Great Bear Wilderness I can feel your butterflies

A quick scan of his body type, combined with the scent of an immature male that seemed prevalent around him, confirmed that he was a younger wolf. Much younger than her own four years. It was therefore difficult for Ptarmigan to imagine what he might want to talk about, or what he might have gotten her attention for in the first place. She had approached him, but she had done so wordlessly, whereas he had signalled her. She therefore assumed he needed something, and had already decided to give him that something for a price.

“Hi,” she said back flatly, having expected Bragi to get to the point. It never did occur to the Endore female that he might only want some company in this wide, neverending field. “You need something?” she wondered aloud, thinking to herself that it was obvious that he did, even though it wasn't obvious at all.