Bearclaw Valley Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain

all of a sudden, one of the pups dashed from their greeting with ameline — for him. ancelin did not recall having ever received so much attention from a baby wolf, and it had the natural effect; ears airplaning and quick tight swishes of his tail as he dropped his head to exchange a surprised breath against the scent of meat.
throat clearing, ancelin looked back at the kind pale woman, who now gestured while speaking that same language.
he stepped closer, looking in the direction the snowy wolf had indicated. "i'll come with you," he said with a warm look. 
he was of course not pleased to leave ameline, but his full faith in her ability to guard herself had never waned, and so he motioned that the stranger should show him what she meant, and he would follow.