Ruminations and Inard Kicking

Her keen eyes caught movement down on the plains. Something was familiar about the gait. She sifted through those she knew and had met, and finally put a face and name to the way the wolf moved. Korr. Her ears perked curiously, before rising back to her paws and heading down the ledge once more. Had he smelled the light borders they had put down and recognized her scent among them, or was he merely wandering?

She padded through the patches of woodland, coming out to the plains with a bark of greeting to the black male. As she drew nearer, she saw that he was actually a subtle mixture of nearly black grey with darker hues over top. "Dia duit, Korr. Cén chaoi a bhfuil tú an tráthnóna seo?" Her eyes scanned his frame before she slowed and settled on her haunches. With how heavy this litter was getting, she was rather reluctant to stay on all four paws for very long periods of time. It had been even worse, last time, with Regulus’ porky body swinging in her belly.

As before, she acknowledged the old ways of wolf language, not meeting his eyes directly, though she did take in his face.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think