the run percent

Hanako was very rarely in any rush these days, but the newcomer's sense of punctuality was appreciated. She turned to greet him, her mannerisms soft and welcoming, with any and all judgments hidden well behind a bright smile. He was a fairly plain looking guy, but given the Armada had a wolf with a coat of puke yellow in their ranks Hanako couldn't write him off as ugly. Anything was better than that.

"That I did."  Her tail wagged as a friendly banner, beckoning him close. " I'm Hanako. I Just wanted to welcome you to the Armada, it's lovely to have another friendly face around here. How are you settling in?" It had been a while since she'd really met anyone new like this, a chance to fall back into old habits and sharpen her people person skills. Lest they get too rusty.

And then she paused, her smile turning sheepish. "Actually, I thought I might trouble you with a race. If you are willing. To this side of the beach to over there, maybe?"  She pointed with the slender line of her muzzle, eyes alight with a hopeful gleam.