The Heartwood Running down the halls

She watched the other woman sniff the air, possibly to make sure she was telling the truth about what pack she came from. The healer had no idea if she bought her lie or not, but she proceeded to deflate some, and so she assumed she was somewhat in the clear for now. 

She certainly didn't expect the apology that came next. Her wariness battled with her healer's heart when the strange woman stated that she was shaken by something that had happened recently. She took no step forward, still not sure if she could trust the other wolf--well, really she knew she shouldn't trust her at all, but she couldn't resist the urge to help, no matter who it was. Her ears lifted a little as concern filled her expression. I'm sorry to hear that, she offered soothingly. 

She noticed the slight movement of the other's tail, and she relaxed slightly, taking one tentative step towards the blackfeather wolf, still wary but also interested in talking a little more.