Arrow Lake sweet nothing

the sound a someone clearing their throat had the girl spin wildly towards the origin of the sound, blinking as she set eyes upon a stranger. she didn't think she was quite ready for stranger wolves at the border, yet, but a moment later recognition bloomed and she knew the man to be a packmate. this made her bolder, and she approached a little nearer, stopping a distance away. "hi! who?" she chirped, wondering if he'd seen her practicing and was impressed. he should be.