It was curious to be invited by a stranger to join her; but alas, the call on the horizon sang for company. Dragonfly’s ears rolled to attention as she paused to locate the direction of the voice. Fly thought that she might have entered a pack-land without knowing so, but her nose did not decieve her and the smells of the area gave no hint of being claimed. Dragonfly waited cautiously for a few minutes, but the invite hung open with no response. Well, Fly thought with a huff of amusement, I shall take the invitation, then. She tilted her head backwards and echoed an affirmative response; her howl was unique in that it had a gravelly undertone to it. Her ETA was perhaps five minutes, judging from the distance of the stranger’s howl.
With no further delay, Dragonfly strode through the deep snow on powerful, surefooted paws. What a lovely turn of events from her normal routine of travel! To meet a stranger would be a nice change from the long trekking days of survival. Dragonfly’s stride took on a prancing quality inline with her excitement. Fly weaved through the fir trees silently until she picked up the scent of many female wolves. Dragonfly tilted her head in wonder; had she missed the responses of so many?! She’d have to get her ears checked. However, given her reply, it was proper that she showed up. She exchanged the shadows of the trees for the sunlight of the meeting.
Her tail tip waved amiably to those that looked her way, and she in exchange observed the ladies who had gathered. They all looked to the white female with the unique face accents and cream pattern saddling her back. This was their host, then. Now that she knew who to face when she sat amongst the group, Dragonfly greeted aloud, “‘Allo, ladies! I am Dragonfly.” She dipped her head with a friendly blink before she looked up and sat beside the nearest and darkest furred of the group - the very thick, masculine like one with the delicate, feminine face who very much appeared in need of a little encouragement.
Dragonfly then observed the group as a whole, noting the extreme builds of them. Three were very petite and sleek in body type. And then, there was the hulk sitting beside her - the only one that outweighed Dragonfly. With Fly’s body in the mix, they were a rounded out bunch for she laid somewhere between lithe and buff. That aside, Fly became aware that she was the only one who wasn’t nervous to some degree. Perhaps it was natural among strangers to be a bit nervous? Perhaps her fearless puppy-nature was affected her judgement in this case; strangers to her were still exciting, after all, even with her three year old birthday around the corner.
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