The Heartwood Running down the halls

Speedy watched her warily, the growl quickening her heart rate. She wanted to inform the strange wolf that she displeased her as well, but she thought her usual snark might not be the best way to handle this. Then the other woman asked what pack she was from. So she didn't know for sure? The healer saw this as an opportunity to walk away from the situation in one piece or at all really. Who knew what this woman was planning. All Speedy knew was that she had a really bad feeling about this whole thing, and she promised whatever higher powers existed that if she were allowed to get out of here, she would be more careful approaching strangers in the future. My pack is in the valley, she lied, lifting her head in the opposite direction of her actual pack. She knew lying might make this worse, but it could also save her ass.

She wanted to know her name. She should lie about that too, right? But what if something happened to her, and the only name they had to give anyone was the wrong one? Besides, she couldn't do much with her real name anyway; it's not like she knew all the members of Moonspear. My name is Speedy, she answered hesitantly, golden eyes watching the other wolf's every move.