King Elk Forest the strongest ally

There was a chuff of greeting that drew the young wolf’s ears back and pulled his attention from his path to the image of someone he had never met before. The young Draconid offered her a small waver of his tail and lowered his head deep, bowing toward the earth in a strong display of his submission. She offered friendly body language and approached him with warmth in her gaze; the young dragon was not worried that she intended to harm him.
 
“Hello. I am Kiyoshi Draconid, a calf of Kingslend. Who are you?”
 
The warm burgundy of his gaze lingered on her features and he noted that coloration similarities between her and the lady of the forest. He had taken to wondering why the kind woman Celnes had offered him a place to stay in her tightly knit family pack. Not only had she given him a place to call home, but she had offered to respect his name and where he came from.