Ravensblood Forest the real kicker

The soft (perhaps hesitant) greeting of another female caused Fox to search around for its origin. After a few moments, she spotted the tawny wolf and gave pause, examining her from afar. From what she could tell, the girl was of similar size, in good health, and probably could have passed as a sister to Fox herself. The Beta tested the air with her nose, filling it with whatever whiff of the other girl she could catch. No other scents mingled aside from her own, so Fox could only assume that this was no pack wolf.

Coming to the conclusion that she had little to lose (and a potential pack-mate to gain), Fox strode forward with a bounce in her step. When she was a few feet away from the stranger, she let her forelegs bend toward the ground, and she waved her tail back and forth behind her. It was the classic play-bow, and something Fox often used when she was meeting strangers outside of her homeland. She enjoyed this way of greeting more than any other. It didn't require formalities, the language was clear without words, and no wolf could possibly see her as a threat.