Although Mazikeen had been exploring the Cove as her self, milling about and both frustrated and trying to force herself to enjoy the idleness, as soon as she spots Daye, she shifts. It’s not even so much as spotting the rose-grey wolf entirely as catching a familiar scent, seeing a rosy form off further into the trees.
Now, as a white wolf with black paws and a small black snip that leads into her dark nose, Mazikeen slinks into the shadows of the copse of trees. She’s been practicing her wolf-movements, practicing listening to the instincts of this form, and she is little more than a ghost as she moves. Her large paws making next to no noise as she circles around, keeping low, watching Daye’s movement.
A normal greeting just would not do.
Her movements slip up once, and through the shrubs she can see her mentor, her idol, pause and Mazikeen curses herself for being careless. Still, she does not abandon the plan - and once the older wolf is standing and at attention - Mazikeen leaps from the shrubs to Daye’s left. Her paws are extended but her tongue lolls out of her mouth, creating a playful expression, and there’s a grin in her orange eyes as she aims to leap right into her friend and knock her over.
Part of her fully expects to be flipped on her back as soon as she makes contact with the other wolf, but at the crest of the leap she enjoys the blissful moment of triumph. However brief it will be.
@[Dayé]