Swiftcurrent Creek survivor

It turned out that she wasn't alone this morning. A wolf approached, his features strikingly similar to Ira's, albeit with a touch of maturity her fellow yearling presently lacked. Although the stranger didn't bother with a dominant posture, she dipped her head and let her tail drop limply behind her. Bones knew she was the lowest-ranking member of the pack yet now and was happy to defer to those above her.

Her lips twitched in response to his words. "Ahoy there," she replied, speaking more softly than usual because of the early hour, perhaps. "Me name's Bones. I've only recently returned to the creek; I was part of it in the spring, when Cap'n Fox ruled. And ye are?" She avoided looking him directly in the eye, though her spring green gaze passed over his face, memorizing it even as her nose twitched, cataloguing his individual scent.