Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

The wolf was friendly.  This took her enough by surprise that she stopped in her tracks, watching him with a guarded expression as he approached and introduced himself.

Her tail lowered, and gave a slight swish to ease the tension, as she reached forward tentatively to take his scent.  He smelled of a pack that was large and close, yet he hunted alone.  Perhaps he had merely thought to scout, or perhaps others lay nearby.  Still, her ears pricked up some at this finding, and she nodded in answer to his question.

Redd.  She did not usually offer her name, but it was possible that the arrival of winter would necessitate her to make other plans.  If there was a pack nearby, large and well-supported, perhaps they would not mind her presence if the Rise continued to vie for leadership.