Wapun Meadow Krummhorn

Saucy watched with amused intrigue as the girl let down her defenses, and became a bundle of curiosity. She allowed her to check her out; Saucy's demeanor was pleasant and her aura was brimming with energy. Nuna seemed to analyze her, then sat down too and looked ready for something- and all of this was done without a word. Hey, that was cool with her, Saucy was adept in and enjoyed using all forms of communication.

She in turn sniff sniffed at the soft brown wolf, she smelled familiar. Like Indra, she realized, perhaps they hailed from the same pack; Bearclaw Valley. Usually she would ask about it, but since her company was at least a year younger than her she didn't think it was really a topic of great interest. Plus the girl had already made it clear that no words were required. So she simply assumed that the valley was where Nuna was from, and moved on.

The white lioness glanced around the youngster at the mole hill, and let out a grumbly bark. She then stood and trotted towards it, gesturing to it with her nose as if to ask whether Nuna was going to finish digging.