makin' friends, left and right

"Uhhh..." Fable said, sticking her tongue out a bit as she stared into the rustling undergrowth. She was at a different vantage point than Theory, who may have overlooked the sounds entirely. After all, it didn't sound like a big creature. Maybe more like, a really fat raccoon. Or something. Fable sprung to alert and dove into the tall grasses, coming nose-to-nose with Sorin. "Hello!" she said, tail wagging. He didn't smell familiar at all. "Uhhhh! I mean - stop in your tracks! Stranger!" But, of course, her tail didn't stop wagging. Theory hadn't really gotten to this part of being an alpha, or what she was even supposed to do if there was a wolf at the border who wasn't a member of the pack. Sure, sure, momma and poppa had told her to be careful and don't talk to strangers... Oh. She'd talked to a stranger. "Auntie Theo, please don't tell my momma I talked to a stranger!" she yipped.