Meadowlark Prairie And they say

Despite being part of her brother's pack (or pack-concept, as it remained for now) she had not been terribly social or warm towards her packmates.  Nobody had said anything to her yet, but she worried about how it would reflect on her.  A visible wolf was a good wolf; despite having little interest in traveling to the surrounding territories now that they had seemingly decided on a location, she caught onto the trail of a familiar scent and followed it outside the parklands.

She slides up a few paces away, stationed beside one of the wolves she met during her introduction.  He was a leader, so she was told; she'd soon find out if he was up to the task.  Their home would flourish or wither, and if anyone wanted her to stick around it had better do the former. 

Good afternoon, she says, holding a slightly deferent but universally neutral position.  Working hard out here?