No one could conceivably be frightened of a puppy-girl like Legacy, so she wasn't surprised to see his expression turn from nervous shock to a faint smile, which she returned with a wide grin - mostly of relief. He was jumpy, though, she decided - maybe even jumpier than she was. The idea gave her courage. She was rarely awkward around strangers, and waved a casual greeting in response to his words, stepping forwards a bit to get a clearer view of him through the scrubby winter bush. A wolf-keen sense of smell told her he'd been around a little while, and thus must be an accepted presence.
"You don't look much older than me," she observed curiously, "who're your parents? Do they live here too?" Funny to have someone arriving into the pack during such a confusing time. They'd been quite full up for a little while, with very few coming in for months. With interest, she added "Why did you come here?" It was probably rude to belabour the poor thing with questions, and she was realising she was sounding a little unfriendly which was definitely not the intention. A pack was only as good as the links between its members. Who'd said that to her? Maybe she'd just thought it up. "Sorry, should have said - my name's Legacy," she added, both stopping the torrent of words and subtly inferring for him to introduce himself back if he wanted to.