Bearclaw Valley people passing through me, yes they do

The black she-wolf was a bit tense, which Nunataq took as a cue to cut the introductory phase short and retreat. Had she been her younger pushy-do-not-know-what-boundaries-mean self, she would have been all over the stranger, but now she had grown up. And the fact that she did not like to be inspected at a very close proximity or even touched by others had something to do with her courtesy to others. Simple, really. I don't go at you, you do not go at me.

When the other had lost interest, Nunataq went to the side, left a little mark and did some nice hind-paw acrobatics that would make a ballet dancer jealous in order to whisk some snow up. And the same thing she repeated, while she either followed or kept herself nearby the stranger, during it's exploration mission.