Sun Mote Copse my muses, my bruises

It'd been a while since she had been around wolves that she could truly feel safe and at home with. Familiarity helped. So when she saw the all too familiar color scheme of her gran, Orca raced toward her with a wagging tail. But it wasn't her, and Orca realized that almost a beat too late. Almost. Sure they were identical, but Orca didn't think TJ would appreciate being called granny. 

There were some clear differences between the two, but youth was the easiest thing to catch and she had the wind to thank for that. Orca bounded into her line of sight with a wagging tail. -Long time no see!- Orca said-signed, a broad smile on her face. She had always liked TJ, after all!