Snowforest Taiga you dangle on the leash of your own longing

Her steps start to slow when he becomes defensive, suddenly uncertain about what’s going on. Currituck looks to either side of her and then behind the stranger and doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary. No one else is in the immediate area and she can’t note anyone beyond with any intention of hurting either one of them. Did he think she was going to hurt him? Her brows knit together but she doesn’t say anything of it as he starts to relax and, even quietly, offers a greeting.
 
Okay. Good.
 
Currituck grins, wide, and wags her tail so much her butt wiggles a little bit.
 
“Hey!” she chirps. “I’m Currituck! Who are you?” she says without realizing that wolves outside her homeland don’t speak the same.