Raven's Watch Souärr

She might have taken the mountaineer as a transient voyager in the cut of a narrow frame if not for the traces of pack that spice the air. It aggregates the tension in her stance which shrinks into ritualized submission as those long steps draw closer.
But this wolf waits, holding themself with something which resembles understanding. It emboldens the passerine who in turn chances a single forward step while her nose works to identify– the woman.
Still she stands a healthy distance away, but with a tail swaying, the gentle presence having awakened a thrilling tone.