Bearclaw Valley woodland spirit

Nunataq's face lit up the moment the older wolf graced her with a look. She made a little jerking movement upwards (something that can be translated as jump on the spot), while remaining seated and her tail began to wag, tapping against the ground she was sitting on. When the man came to do the customary inspection that was part of every meet-and-greet situation (and which Nuna did not particularly enjoy - be it a stranger, or even her caretaker Indra). The drawn back ears and the submissive "smile" in her lips, as well as one hind leg turned outwards, exposing part of her belly, contrasted starkly with the tense look in her eyes and the occasional ripples of frown in her expression.

Therefore, once this was done, she sprang to her feet and danced few yards away, shook her coat heftily and snorted in relief. Now - within a comfortable distance from the other - she was able to smile at him with more ease and regard with the same curious and evaluating gaze as before. It seemed that the cub was trying to decide, where should she fit this packmate in the small circle of friends she had.