Hoshor Plains hey, it's me, your sister

Leta's tail waved left and right at the sight of another wolf who, Leta also recognized, seemed around her age. It was strange to realize that she had only been around boys her age; her brothers, Charles and his brother, and even those she had recently met! Seeing a hawk-eyed, young girl caused her tail to beat left and right a little too frantically, and Leta almost forgot to be mindful and dip her head. But she remembered—her mother had taught her about respect and all of that—and even if they were the same age, she didn't live here. 

That didn't take away from all the nerves she felt, though. H-hi!!! she greeted, ten times more enthusiastic. This was not something she wanted to ruin, because Leta had no girls that she called friends except for her family. I'm Leta, she introduced, her tongue for once complying with her mind not to slip. What's your name?? She asked, forgetting her reasoning for being here entirely. It had shifted to make a friend that is a girl now, which, with the wolf here, seemed more like a priority than the other task she had set out to do while here.