The Heartwood Hopping through the forest

A sense of relief flooded through her when the stranger paused, for it seemed as if her verbal and physical response had been well met, and that the individual with which she now shared company was intelligent enough to recognize Galena's language fault. It was with a great figurative breath that Galena mentally sighed; the stiffness of her limbs eased considerably, with her tail giving a soft twitch at the end to signal her eased state of mind. The pale woman took a solitary step towards her with a questioning expression upon her face, a glow of interest within a pair of eyes that Galena only briefly noted, before averting her gaze. She chuffed softly and advanced her own body towards the other; this motion brought with it a subtle rise of unease within Galena, which was only natural.

She didn't know if she was trespassing yet, or if this individual was an ally, an enemy, or someone of vital importance. When the two wolves got close enough, Galena's instinct was to raise her head, to lift a lip and prove her superiority - but that was unfounded, so she held such behaviors at bay. 'A wolf is nothing without his pack,' Her father used to tell them, often as an offhanded comment to one of her siblings, but, she always found it burning within her ears - as if it was a reminder for her alone. кулаке все пальцы равны..'

The stranger smelled like the trees; the forest around them, as well as a few species she could vaguely identify as things from home; it pained her a little to taste those scents, but such things were forgotten for the time being, shunted away to a deep place within her. She focused on the more bestial notes upon the stranger's pelt, the musk of a formidable family of wolves. Without meaning to, Galena breathed a small murmur of contentment as she surveyed her new acquaintance, but caught herself before it could become any greater a sound.