Neverwinter Forest Scratch scratches, fire starts with matches

Harlyn returned the woman's gestures easily--after all, they were wolves, and this was the natural way of greeting one of their own species. Her nostrils twitches rapidly as she sniffed at the soft white cheek, trailing towards her ear and then pulling back just as the white wolf did the same. Her tail relaxed after the ritual was done and swayed in an easy wag.

Sialuk was her name, a name that sounded somehow fitting spoken upon the somehwat foreign tones of the wolf to whom it belonged. Harlyn's canted her head ever so slightly after giving a brief dip of her muzzle. "I'm Harlyn," she responded in kind, "Where are you from, Sialuk? Your name and your voice are wonderfully unusual to my ears." She gave an amiable smile, trying to reassure the woman that it hadn't been said as criticism. She liked the fact that these things characteristics were unfamiliar to her. It meant that she was about to learn something that likely would fascinate her.