Looks good! :) A small powerplay here with the acceptance muzzle gripping, if you contest just ask me and I can change it. :D
It was a good answer and Indru smiled toothily in response, nodding his head abruptly before responding, well I think we always have room for wolves like that.
Loyalty was the key factor of the River wolves— it was that they kept them strong and together, and through the hardships of the winter months it would be even more important. Once you joined the pack and proved your worth you were considered family, blood or not, and if was that camaraderie that had kept Swift River's heart beating for well over a year, like it had Hidden Tree before it.
Indru closed the gap between them and dropped his muzzle to grip hers in between his jaws in a gesture surprisingly gentle for the size and strength of him. It was an acceptance gesture, one he knew would bring comfort and reassurance—it marked his position as leader and hers as the subordinate, but most importantly it marked them as both the same pack. After holding the position for a few moment Indru pulled away, licking the top of the females muzzle gently, and then walked down the length of her unhesitatingly, brushing his scent across her and thus marking her with the scent that identified a wolf as part of this pack. Once he had travelled in a circle around her he stood near her shoulder before turning to her, his tail waving softly and a smile on his face, let's go home, Ainoa.