Nova Peak Pärry

Vigilance flicks her alpine tail but Ayovi lifts slowly from a bracing stance, the long strands of her nape settling back along shoulders. She is wreathed in wariness still, but not without eyes that sweep a shade more curious as she explores them at length.
The male is tall and dark and his companion young. If Ayovi is charitable, that is why she had rushed her so brashly. Perhaps it would be a lesson better taught in teeth. It was the man’s kind note which allayed her. The blue eyes are inspecting as she turns back to him. She scents no tribe.
“Packs have staked these hunting grounds for the spring,” she tells the pair, trusting she need not elaborate on the dangers here for unaffiliated wolves. But the huntress’ easing posture said she would not press— not unless they gave a reason to.