Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

It hadn't been long, in this place. She knew the name, some faces... But nothing solid. Nothing that pulled her here other than adventure and striking a name off a list of places to go. Wren followed the sounds of playtime before she was faced with a curious sight. A young thing. Not exactly adult material, but also not a child anymore. She had to go out, meet folks... Only then could she settle somewhere. Hesitation was brief. She moved forward.

"Hey" she said in a friendly enough manner. Wren stopped dead a respectful distance away from the lad, her tail swaying once and then still "I haven't, err, seen teeth like yours before" she added, giving a curious look to the other canine "they're cool, actually" A strained little smile appeared, even if she was genuine "I'm Wren, by the way. I just got here a few days ago." Her tail swayed again, waiting for a reply of some kind.

She thought she had been social enough. Nice enough. Compliment? Check. Admittance of being new? Also check! What else could she do but be honest and upfront? There was nothing to hide - unless personal questions started to come up.