Porcupine Ridge pass the vodka

The wolf flashed her a grin, and she felt a light smile touch her lips in return. They were all new to the Ridge, more or less, and so they would all need to determine how to work together. Getting to know her fellow pack mates was one of the best ways to do so, and she was pleased that the silver wolf seemed easy going. Had he not had bi-toned eyes, she could have considered him a near twin to Terich-mir.
 
Her own form sauntered forward as Romulus stopped to mark, her nose tipping downward to catch the faded scent of rabbit. It was long gone now, and she withheld a small sigh – the pack would need to hunt soon, but she knew Taggarik would call them when the timing was right.
 
One ear flickered at his words, and her smile softened. “Ditto,” she summarized in turn, her slender shoulders lifting in a gentle shrug as she began to lope along the borders once more. “My friend and I met Taggarik and decided to give it a go.” The two had been torn then – to join an established pack, or create one of their own. Taggarik had offered a pack just establishing.. and it had seemed like a fair compromise between the two.

The two loped forward easily, falling in to new conversation where each other seemed to investigate their pack mate further -- but neither asking personal information. Easing in to pack life was coming far easier than she had originally thought, given this was her first home away from her birth pack.