Jade Fern Grove I thought that I heard you sing

One of her disproportionately large ears bent backward as Bat watched the she-wolf moving through the grove, her swollen sides dappled by early June sunlight. When she vanished from view, the yearling did not immediately pursue her. She considered returning to her exploration of the jade ferns, though it had been nearly a week since she'd so much as spoken to a fellow wolf. Gnawing at her lip, she rose and slipped after the expectant mother.

Remembering the defensive dam back in Lost Creek Hollow and minding her limited experience with her own pregnant mother, Bat gave the stranger a wide berth as she overtook her, then circled back to approach from the fore. She woofed to announce her presence as soon as she caught sight of the gravid silver again, her head and tail held evenly with her spine and a smile on her lips as she tried to give an amiable impression.