Firestone Hot Springs Pride comes before fall

The eye contact lasted only mere seconds, before Osprey turned it away politely and focused it at the side of her companion's face. The other seemed very quick on picking up the obvious details of her - such as the common smell, which was beared by all of the packmates - and making a correct guess of, where Osprey was coming from. She didn't say a word, just smiled.

Now the ball was on her side of the field - she leaned her head forward and to get a little sniff of the air around the stranger. Not that she expected to guess her pack by smell only, rather to pick up bits of information of who the lady was and where had she been. "Your coat bears various scents - I guess that you have come a long way, seen and done a lot. Am I right?" she tilted her head to the side, waiting for the she-wolf's approval.