Whitebark Stream upon one summer's morning

Sadey shrugged a shoulder. Truth be told youngin' It probably is more polite, but I am not a mannerly sort of wolf. Little more rough around the edges than most, but that's what rough living will get ya. But I promise I hadn't meant offense.

Sadey shifted and perked her ears forward. Licking over the hole in her muzzle for what felt like the 1000th time. She just couldn't help it. It was there and annoying and her natural inclination was to just lick it.

She nodded her head. If you're itching for a fight and want to prove yourself. They'd do, but you make sure you have a whole pack behind ya before you tangle with 'em. They're near mountains and further in the forest aways. So you shouldn't have to worry about them here.

Sadey shifted and stretched. You fancy a bit of hunting?