Big Salmon Lake Is your tongue tied up?

When he couldn't seem to line up his route with any of his family sorts, he defaulted back to the freshest trail he did have--and that happened to be Gannet's. Although it moseyed him off the mountain's elevation, he jogged along intently all the same with faith that the heading on the scent would lead him true, and that soon, he'd find his black-footed comrade out here somewhere.

Before real worry set in, he did find him--and a stranger. Jarilo, a little on the sheltered side, felt momentarily weird about the thought of a mystery wolf's eyes on him out here on the lowlands as he zeroed right in on joining up at Gannet's side. In his uncertainty, he filled the blanks with a strange expression of the almost-defensiveness he felt.. but outwardly, he was fluid and very on the move. "Hey!" he yapped out along the way as he cruised in on a long trot, barging right on in to whatever the two were on about. "Gannet, hey--who's this?" he panted and asked, quieter this time and despite his total disregard for their chat, waved his tail hesitantly at the both of them (and eyed the she-stranger thoroughly now that he had finally slowed his roll enough to do so).