Heron Lake Plateau Who do you love?

Someone came quickly. Blackbear didn't recognize the wolf, but she recognized what she was beginning to consider a typical Redhawk disposition. Not all of Tegan's family seemed mean like this, but enough that she was worried, a little, about how she'd get along with them all. Maybe she just needed to get to know them better.

As the other wolf neared, Blackbear lowered herself accordingly, tail wagging in a friendly manner against her hocks as she tried to make it seem like she was smaller than the older shewolf. The strange non sequitur threw her for a moment, but she figured it was a prompt the same as any one might use when greeting a stranger at the borders. "I'm Blackbear," she introduced. "My friend Tegan lives here - I was hoping you guys might have room for me? I'm a real good hunter, and I'm getting better at navigating, too." Implying she still wasn't great - Blackbear mentally cursed herself for her choice of words.