Morningside Cuesta with drops of Jupiter in her hair

Never one to lie idle, Sunspot began an investigation of the other wolves that lived here while she waited for an audience. Three youngsters, four women, two men, she thought, nose twitching over the dewy earth at her paws. There were other scents, too - older ones - but Sunspot ignored those, instead wondering if her brother had taken a mate, started a family of his own. Would he still welcome his sister, or was she forgotten to him?

She smelled him before he arrived, and thus, took time to arrange herself into a pleasingly submissive position. It would never come naturally to her, but it was only a matter of familiarity, and not of attitude. Too, it would rattle her to take a position underneath her long-lost brother, but Sunspot imagined he was still a good and honorable - if not a bit moody - wolf.

"Hello," she said to the male - not her brother - as he approached, her tail wiggling tentatively behind her. The woman took a few steps nearer, nostrils flaring as she commited his scent to memory and attempted to learn more about him and the wolves he lived with.