The Floodlands Whisper, Oh, Great West

Strange being with no awareness! Strange being of which she had not seen before. Her scent confused her, whether male or female. Even so, she would watch, ears stiffly perked to the sun while the breeze slipped between locks of her fur. They peaked through the trees, nosing towards the same direction that she wondered of. Many wolves must've prowled these lands like this. What rich lands these must've been. Yes, she'd smelled few, but for them to be so excitable and abundant? Why, this was a dream come true! A flea in her mind, bouncing about and rocking her brain until her head malfunctioned in excitement. That maintained, silent excitement while her view cleared way for the newcomer. 

"You smell them too, stranger?" A singular brow perked, an upbeat tone to her voice, her tail swishing behind her in what could be an assumable greeting. To her, it was excitement, but they didn't need to know that! Nope, nope, nope!