Fang lifted her dark snout into the air, smelling for her mate, Alex. She smelled him north of her, possibly with another wolf. Her claws dug into the loam as she shot forward, soon arriving in the clearing where Alex stood with - as she guessed - another wolf. She could tell by his scent he was male, and by his appearance not of her kind. Quietly, ever so quietly, she walked up and stood next to Alex.