Blacktail Deer Plateau creep

They made all the right faces, tails waving and body language calm and open — but you could never been too sure, when you first met a wolf. His own friendly overtures were certainly a face he put on in hope it would become the truth. But he was wary, even if she was pretty.

"Blackbear Morningside, he supplied, filing away her given name: Hokulani. It was unfamiliar to him in a way that made him almost certain they had no relation to one another. Not on his mother's side, at least. "But you can call me Kindle. Blackbear was my mother."

She was not so young as he was, Blackbear determined, his nose twitching in quiet curiosity. Still, she seemed at a ripe age for dispersal, and he detected no other scents upon her. Like Hokulani, he was reluctant to commit himself to someone who might end up annoying him — but he was looking to like, if looking liking moved.

"Whatcha doing out here by yourself?" he asked her, stretching in a languid play-bow to — hopefully — set her more at ease. And, yeah, maybe to show off the bod, just a little. Was she interested? He eyed her keenly, not yet adept at reading such signs on the fly.