Golden Glade a knife between her teeth, she roams

Sakari's ears jumped to attention as she heard a beckoning that was distinctly canine. She turned toward the noise, honing in on the source. When coming upon a stranger, she always liked to be the one to spot the other wolf first-- it allowed her to watch for as long as she liked and determine possible weaknesses to exploit, possible angles from which to approach. Since she was spotted first in this instance, she would have to run with her usual go-to: friendliness and smooth charm. 

Her eyes finally landed on the diminutive woman. It was easy to see how she had been missed at first glance, with such a short stance and nondescript coat pattern. Sakari's tail fluttered. Her body language shifted to a friendly easiness, and she whined back, inviting the woman closer.