this old dark machine

Onyx wandered along the scent line picking up mixed scents of wolves. There were so many, she hadn't met most of them. She picked up another scent, except this one floated in the air. She looked up. Standing nearby was a ragged looking wolf. He was skinny, limping, and his fur was messy and unkept. Strangely enough he did not scare her. It seemed that only unusually tall and muscular males scared her, like Ragnar and Silvermane. "Hello!" She called out with a small smile. She liked meeting new wolves. It was fun. She had no idea about telling this wolf to go away or stay off their territory.