The Sentinels long ago

Ditto from me, Ilona! But I am excited to have caught a wild Charon as well >.>

So deep was her contemplation that she almost missed the approach of another. It was only his sudden motion that drew her attention (although she missed what it was he had done) and she was startled by how close he had gotten without her realizing it.

But, by the time he hailed her and began making his way toward her, Moothen had collected herself once more. In preparation for socalization, she set her half an otter just behind her and stood to meet the male a few few away from it, cracked, leathery nares twitching as she took in his scent. Jaarilo, she said with a wag of her tail. Obviously this wolf wasn't him, but he smelled like him. Um. Come from - Did she know the name of Jarilo's pack? If so, she could not remember it. Come from mountain?

It made sense. Jarilo and this man both had veered toward her as soon as they'd seen her. Perhaps it was a weird mountain custom to thoroughly greet every wolf you came across. The practice struck Moorhen as rather odd, but she knew her own anxieties probably colored her opinion.