Wild Berry Meadow we get it on most every night

What she found on the other end of the scent trail was an older woman far larger than herself. The dark coat reminded her of her father's line, for better or worse.

It was hard to ignore the familiar, prickling nerves in her chest. This woman seemed friendly enough, and that did something to help. I am. She responded.

She wasn't quite sure if the other was in the same boat. Milan couldn't hear any signs of others close by, but there were scents of strangers on her pelt. Are you a pack wolf? It seemed like the reasonable explanation.