Silence had been quietly gnawing on a small kill she had made in the late afternoon when she had heard a commotion in the meadow. From her vantage point of a fallen log, where she had been laying for a good hour or so now, she saw a flurry of movement within the terrain before her as something, or someone, disturbed the peaceful evening with their play.

Her head tilted curiously whilst her golden eyes, which in the setting sun, looked like molten copper now, scanned the area for the culprit. With the long stems of the meadow however she was confused to find that she didn’t actually see anyone, and just as quickly as it had happened, the movement stopped, as if it had crashed into something during its run. It was most odd…

Though she was shy and somewhat cowardly by nature, she couldn’t help but be perplexed by the outburst. Her mind had made the assumption it was perhaps a hare or a rabbit, taking cover for the night but then again it had been a little too late for that. Perhaps it was a fox, or a small deer. She felt the need to investigate, despite her nervous disposition; she couldn’t help but want a closer look.

Slowly, she slid down from her log and allowed her dainty figure to skip through the path way the other had cut. She took a few tentative sniffs of the air and was able to assess the culprit – it appeared a wolf had been though here. Though this information merely confused her more; the wolf had suddenly vanished. Perhaps it had tripped and lay injured? Or worse…

Quickly, she set off upon the trail the other had made, darting here and there until at last her eyes came upon another small wolf. He wasn’t as tiny as her, but for once he wasn’t going to tower over her, which made her feel a little safer. However, none of that would matter if he were dead and judging by the stillness of him, balled upon himself she could only think the worse.

Quietly, she crept ever closer until she was but a few feet away from her. Unsure, she extended her front paw, hoping to poke him and find him merely asleep and not dead. Her nerves were on end, she was ready to sprint away as fast as she could were he either dead or should spook her. Her speed was all she had, she ran as if she were alate, quickly then the fastest or rabbits, but what she made up for in speed she lacked in strength, were this wolf tricking her, she'd be useless to defend herself. Running away was the only option and as her paw got closer and closer, she began to doubt her actions.

Please don’t be a dead body… please. her mind repeated silently.

Her paw made contact. Nothing happened. Oh no… it is dead. she thought to herself and she prodded a little harder and a little more frantic. I gotta tell someone. Who should I te- Ah! She squeaked inside her mind and out loud as the wolf attached to her paw opened his eyes and looked straight into hers. In the instant he jumped backwards she bolted back to, falling onto her rear on the cold ground as he too crashed to the earth.

It appeared the pair were quite jumpy it seemed.

From her sitting point, she watched him lower himself to the ground. She knew the pose well, she used it often herself and she couldn’t help but allow a small smile at the gesture. She was no one of importance, and he had no reason to submit, despite his small size he was still bigger then her, she wasn’t a threat to him in any way.

Now the tricky part came, she had to communicate without speech and most didn’t understand her at all when it came down to it. She took a deep breath and rose to her four paws, but wasn’t standing for long as she lowered her front half to the floor and mimicked his previous actions, but rather then hide her head she looked at him with a tilted head and offered a warm smile to match her honey eyes. It was an apology for scaring him as well as a greeting.

She stayed put a moment before rising up to her full height, which wasn’t much, and faced him front on before she sat her rear down to the ground one more and began waving her paw at him. Hi Stark. she thought to herself.