Bramblepoint Apples for a Doe Doe

Moth did not flinch at the stranger's voice, but it was a near thing. Stupid. They knew how to greet another wolf, had done so plenty of times in their life. And here they were, just a couple weeks wandering, and now they froze up at the sound of a voice. 

Their breathing steadied, and they responded to him like a normal wolf.
"Good day."

A short pause, to give the other wolf time to respond.
"I'm Moth."