The Woods: Full Moon
The full moon felt good to Cisco, who couldn't remember living without it, and being with pack, that felt good, too. He wasn't quite up to running full tilt just yet, limping off the fight with the rogue alpha, but that was fine; being alpha didn't mean he had to blaze a trail. They knew the woods, his pack, and nobody was going to get lost in the fulsome glow overhead. It had been months since they had a friendly alpha, so the pack was running the perimeter, not hunting but leaving scent marks and paw prints wherever they went. The group of them picked up scent of the new wolf and temporarily diverted their path, and Cisco went first as the rest of them faded back into the woods to watch and wander. Anyone could see the skinny girl was no threat, even to an alpha without much size or four working legs.
The black wolf blinked thoughtfully at her from the edge of a gully, ears up, watching. He knew she wasn't an animal just like she would know he was no animal, and he waited for her to go through all the expected formality of a stranger in his territory, not aware she didn't know any of what was expected.