Blacktail Deer Plateau Pack Search for a She-wolf

Grayday made a noise of acknowledgement but, for the moment, made no response to her words. Instead, he infringed on her personal space, looking over her with his ears pushed forward atop his head. A cold, wet nose trailed along the length of her body, testing her scent for signs of illness and the texture of her coat for malnutrition.

"You seem healthy enough," he said to her. "Been keeping yourself fed?"

Easy stood to the side, less anxious than before, but still nervous about what the woman might dodo if she became offended by her father's intrusion.