Redtail Rise huntsman

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Sunday Morning's left ear swiveled upon hearing the sound of someone approach. Her head followed its direction, and soon she saw a dark man. Her tail waved as she noted him there, and she then started to approach him with her head low to greet him. Sunday Morning knew her own place was beneath the rest, and she had no current ambition to challenge the hierarchy here. Sunday Morning was not an unambitious she-wolf, but such a trait applied to her passions rather than those she held kinship with.

Dark Man was one of those, now, in that he was pack. She let out a low, whistling whine of hello as she drew alongside him, a questioning note within it as she sought to sniff at his shoulder (offering her own in turn). If allowed this nearness,  her nose would flare as she audibly sniffed to inspect the myriad of scents he wore. Her tailtip still wiggled, happy to meet him.