Arrow Lake Deep in the dark light

Phoenix stood a little taller when the stranger's attention at last shifted to him. His tail wagged as hers did, the two of them expressing a mutual receptiveness in regards to the other. The yearling extended his muzzle rather brashly when she'd come near enough, eager to examine her scent more closely and unmindful of the fact that she might not like him being so close. Not the kind to take offense if she snapped at him, it was with a stiff nose and the bold flag of his tail that he invaded her personal space; as was a packwolf's want.