Wapun Meadow cast by their grave-beseeming ornaments

Sif continued to observe the male with pointed suspicion for a few long moments. She took note of his grin and wagging tail, and eventually decided that she would trust his words and friendly body language. Her deep brown furs - which had puffed out without her permission - gradually began to deflate, and her expression defaulted to guileless curiosity.

"Okay," she said with a dip of her head. They were friends, then. She gave a little wag of her tail, not quite sure what one did once they successfully achieved friendship with another wolf. Assuming Wardruna had done this before, the girl simply stood there, polite confusion clear in her pretty features.