The Heartwood Running down the halls

She hadn't expected to be met with aggression. She had met many strangers while wandering around as a lone wolf, and none of them had ever reacted in such a way. Warning bells went off in her head, and she also took a step back, unsure what to do. The hostile words made her ears fall, and she shook her head. 

But before she could answer, the other woman was lunging forward, and the empath took another step back. Speedy was confused by the way the other woman was acting; it was as if she had done something to her and--the reason the scent seemed familiar suddenly dawned on her. Oh shit, this was bad. She was no more warrior, just a healer who tried to stay out of such things if she could, but she had a feeling she had just put herself in grave danger here being stupid friendly Speedy.

The blackfeather wolf lunged again, and Speedy took another step back, ears falling again. The only thing she could think to do was try to diffuse the situation; she certainly wouldn't win in a fight, nor did she want to fight with the other wolf. I'm not here to hurt you, she said in her soft, healer's voice. She was trying to calm and soothe; it was the only thing she could think to do.