Bearclaw Valley Into the woods

Arlette had never been the dominant type. Not towards her mother, or siblings. Especially not wolves that where older than her. In their greeting, the albino girl clearly took on the excited-submissive role on her. Her tail brushed over the ground and she automatically lowered herself a bit. It was not a crouch but not a complete stance either. Her ears flopped back in submission as she was eagerly licking her best friend. She couldn't help but nuzzle her very briefly under muzzle before jumping back. Her tail wagging excitedly.

She was glad to see that Nuna was just as excited. The girl then looked down at the strange object that Nuna wanted her to see. Arlette curiously nosed it. She could smell Nuna's saliva on it, but other than that it didn't seem to have a specific odor. She curiously bit in it but dropped it in shock when it crinkled. She jumped a bit, but then recognized the sound she heard before. Besides, it didn't hurt her so the red-eyed female jumped on it and bit into it a bit harder. It crunched and crinkled under the pressure. "Wow!! It is so strange!!," she exclaimed. "You always find such cool things!"

Arlette noticed that Nuna didn't smell like she usually scented. Her red eyes glanced over her curiously. "Aren't you with your pack anymore?," she asked curiously. Arlette's eyes looked a bit worried, as she cared for her friend. Perhaps she cared for her more than a normal friend. Arlette just figured that it was because Nuna was her best friend. Nunataq always stood on a pedestal in Arlette's eyes.