Galloping Through the Grass

Switchback nodded as he talked, soaking as much information into her brain as she could. When Maverick mentioned hunting she wagged her tail, it was her favorite sport. Leaping onto deer and chomping at their skinny legs, chasing rabbits into their small holes, swatting a bird in mid-flight, all of those hunting scenarios were things Switchback enjoyed. After the prince mentioned honor Switchback almost leaped for joy. She couldn't believe how much luck she had been having today. A pack with good, loyal wolves, was a pack Switchback had dreamed of forever. With another eager wag of the tail she focused back towards the conversation. After Maverick finished she nodded and began to speak, "A respectful pack is always something sweet, and it's what I'm looking for. Do you have room for a new member? I'd be delighted to join your pack!"

Switchback's rump began swaying with the rapid beat of her tail. Noticing this she began trying to calm herself down, and slowly both her tail and rump stilled and became relaxed. But after a few moments of thinking what it would be like to live in a pack again after all of her time away from them, her tail began to swish around again. With a giggle she opened her mouth again to say more, "I'm a very devoted wolf, and pack law is my law. I'll do anything to protect it too, even though I'm rather a klutz when it comes to battling. These paws and teeth were made for hunting and grabbing prey..." She trailed off, not wanting to seem very pushy, she added, "Of course, if you don't have room that's fine..."