Swiftcurrent Creek by jove

So often, when lingering near a pack's borders, Hawk had been chased off. When a stocky female wolf approached her, she prepared for the worst. And when, instead of immediately trying to bit her head off, the wolf asked her a question, Tomahawk's mind was damn near blown away. "Y–you don't want to just ch–chase me off?" she stuttered, clearly stunned by this new development. Then again, the wolf who had approached her yesterday had also been overly friendly. Maybe... maybe this place was somehow different. It was raising her hopes to new heights.

Tomahawk had, upon first seeing the other wolf, done what she had been taught to do. She had crouched low, making herself look even smaller. She had flattened her ears, pulled back her lips, and curled her tail beneath her. But the surprise had taken her once the question had been asked, and she now looked wide-eyed at the one who had asked, awaiting an answer to her own question.