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With a spring in her step and a meal in her belly, a female wolf wandered with no particular goal, rubbing herself periodically against trees and shrubs just so passing wolves would know she'd went by. Birch was, as females came, a little bit self-centred; and that was the way she liked it. It didn't matter that she was far from any pack, far from any civilization, far from any herds of potential food. She'd just snagged a den of delicious rabbits and was feeling particularly smug. She paused on the overhang of a dried bank to feel the wind on her face, and impulsively threw her head to the sky and let loose a short little howl, just to let anybody nearby know that she was around. Yes indeed, Birch had arrived.

Birch smiled into the emptiness of the land, ears pricked in case any replies came. None did, and that was fine by her. Trotting down around the curve of the land, immune to the falls and rises of ancient forces and tectonic plates, the wolf swayed to the beat of her own drum and went in the direction that seemed vaguely appropriate.

After a short walking distance, the sounds of another creature tickled her senses. Intrigued, she paused where she stood, allowing the other living thing to approach first. Before long, she had gathered enough evidence (that of smell and hearing) that suggested it was a wolf, and maybe, should she be lucky enough, a male.

"Hello?" She asked coyly of the anonymous wood, begging the trees for introductions, perhaps sweetly luring first names from all the insects that fluttered by, unable to speak wolftongue though they were. At least, Birch liked to think so.

Aha! The stranger was male. That lightened Birch's spirits significantly (not that they needed to be improved, really) and a little bounce entered the spring of her paws as she set off towards the voice. She made her approach deliberately noisy, so as not to startle him, crunching leaves and twigs underfoot and appearing through the trees, peeking out at him - playing coy, though she was anything but.

Her eyes took him in, more predatory than friendly. Oh, yes, he was certainly interesting looking. Was he dappled, or was it a trick of the light coming through the trees? The urge to get closer and investigate him, interrogate his scent and his feel, was quite strong. Not the strongest she'd ever felt, but there was something about the rough, annoyed way he'd announced himself that pushed some buttons in the female wolf. "Am I intruding?" Birch called out, trying to sound less bold than she felt.

A soft smile broke out on the female's face. "Oh, good." Her tail was poised carefully at a medium height, not dominant but not submissive either. "I'm Birch," she said, and began to approach again at a trot, slowing more as she got closer. Able to get a better look at the stranger, Birch decided she liked what she saw and made up her mind then and there that this wolf would be her newest trophy. She would win him at any cost, rock his world, and then move on to find another male she liked the look of. Tail wagging, the earth-toned she-wolf cocked her head at him and smiled more broadly, expectantly.

She almost giggled, but restrained herself just in time. What an unusual name. It was certainly very memorable.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sheesh," she said, keeping her tone friendly but neutral. Some wolves went for the coy, weak act, while others liked the flirty girls that came on strong. It could be difficult to tell which would do the trick, and the application of the wrong persona could drive off a potential "friend". This one was difficult to read - but then, she did like a challenge. "Are you... alone?" There was a slight hint of a suggestion there in her question, just subtle enough that maybe she could pretend it was accidental.