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The white wolf had to contain her desire to inspect the other. She did not want to appear nervous, although she felt an energy spreading through her skin that was like many ants crawling across her body. When the stranger drew closer the wolf did what was natural and lifted her front lip, exposing the teeth set there. Without an accompanying growl she was merely giving a reminder — do no harm, she was saying, I can defend myself.

The dark stranger did not appear bothered. Perhaps because of the other bodies that lingered nearby, and the many layered scents that sat upon them. She could smell them better as the dark wolf drew close. She learned much from those glimpses, her nose filling with information that was gradually processed.

They reached out to sniff at her, so the white wolf did the same. Her teeth were hidden as she did this but there was a sharp edge to her eye, a deliberation to each subtle motion, and after a few inhalations she drew back. Her tail naturally lifted in an arc over her rear, batting the air, but then it fell back and became a lazy pendulum by her hocks. This female was healthy, fit, and not alone. The white wolf knew she could not protest too much.