greetings from califournia

Fern had been trotting across the plains, scanning the grass for any sort of small game, when a flash of crimson caught her eye. She turned her head, charm gently smacking her  on the eyelid. The wolf was familiar, a member who had joined at about the same time as her. She blinked it away before calling out to-- Faine, was it?
"Hello. You are Faine, aren't you? I'm Fern."
This was something rather out of the ordinary for Fern to do. She wasn't much of an extrovert. However, she possessed a very analytical mind, and acquainting herself with pack members seemed like an important thing to do, especially when they outranked her. In order to climb her way up the social ladder, she had to be liked by those above her. Never mind those below her.
Fern kept her blazing gold eyes on Faine, her tail waving gently, awaiting a response.