Swiftcurrent Creek he heard the thick mouth of the perpetual thunder

The call draws her attention away from her task, ears perking as she pauses her vigorous grooming mid-lick. For a moment she's perfectly still, tongue pressed to her foreleg as she considers the source of the call. Young and male; perhaps the wolf the dark man at the borders had spoken of. The thought sends a bolt of irritation through her, and she considers that perhaps she should allow someone else to handle the visitor.
After a moment of deliberation, she rises to answer the call nonetheless, ignoring the discomfort in her rounded belly as she shifts to get to her feet. She's finally started to put on weight — rather quickly, actually. It's as distressing as it is relieving; she is, undeniably, a bit vain. Thoughts of her weight quickly take a backseat as the stranger comes into view, noting first his striking yellow gaze. The other wolf is younger than she'd realized, too young to have any use for heat season yet. The realization softens her slightly, and her tone is more or less neutral as she addresses him, though she keeps her words brief. Hello. What do you need?