It was clear to Moon Runner, now, that the stranger had good intentions.
Moon Runner’s lips went slack. To diffuse her own stress she lowered her nose to the ground to sniff the sedge and weeds. Small signs of appeasement proved her desire to meet without conflict. A lip lick. A flick of an ear. A sway of her tail.
The vagrant gave Moon Runner the time she needed to ground herself. Her gaze surveyed past the mottled wolf to observe the strange place she had landed. It was then she noticed the haze upon the air – but she, at the time, thought nothing of it.
Once again, her attention turned. Moon Runner’s ears cupped forward as she took a tenative step towards the other female as if to suggest she was finally ready to meet and share scent.