Kildeer Rest fix me or just conflict me, 'cause i'll take anything

When the stranger, who is clearly a pack wolf, sweeps into submission before her, Lanegan flicks a raven ear in curiosity. She lifts her gaze just long enough to observe his lowered posture, which replaces her concern of trespass with utmost confusion. The ashen she-wolf slackens somewhat, though wariness remains in the downward sway of her peppered tail.

He assures her that her apology is unnecessary, that his group resides nearby but she has not crossed their borders. Phew! Lanegan wants to exlaim, but she instead settles for a shy smile and rose her lovely crown to better look upon her newest acquaintance as he stepped carefully in her direction. "I'm Lanegan," she offered when he introduced himself, the corners of her mouth turned upward in a brief, playful grin as she added, "the pack-less."