Shadowwyn Moor Slow down, you're doing fine

Amid the carrion-eaters strolled a wolf, and Ameline watched her approach warily, lifting her nose so she could scent the breeze and see if there might be more who accompanied her, perhaps waiting behind to see how this meet-cute went. Ameline allowed her tail to hang low and sway at her hocks- an indication that she had no interest in challenging the stranger over bones. 

You with the pack that'th been huntin' all thethe caribou? She called out across the distance.