Silver Moraine on track

Sunday Morning watched the other. When they stepped closer, Sunday Morning lifted her head a measure, tail waving in invitation. Sunday Morning did not miss the gesturing, though did not yet look in that direction. Her eyes were still upon the woman, and Sunday then carefully shifted to close the distance between them so that they two could inspect one another further. The movements were slow, and tentative, to allow Rivereyes room to step away if she came too close for comfort.

For her own part, she kept her head low to appear as nonthreatening as possible. Her tail continued to wave, temper altogether pleasant. Gingerly, she extended her muzzle toward the others nape to explore her scents should she be allowed, simultaneously exposing her own for Rivereyes to investigate too should she wish. Sunday wondered if this she wolf was a sister to Red Woman, or perhaps Red Eyes... or if she ran with the Rise at all. These details were not nearly so important as making sure her hunting partner of the day was in good health, which she appeared to be.