Know Your Surroundings

Andalusia held her ground while the young man surveyed her, and when he stepped closer, she did not budge. She took his time of silence to size him up herself, and searched the air again for his scent. But the slight breeze favoured him and she was left with little more to rely on than what she could behold with her eyes. Something about the man disturbed her, and Andalusia straightened to her full height, ruffling her fur for the illusion of the broadness she lacked.

His voice was of an accent she had never before encountered, and labeled him a foreigner of these parts, even more of one than she. His words themselves convinced her he did not speak their dialect fluently, and she adjusted her own words to reflect the development. "I do not know," she said slower than before, "Howl, and the Alpha will tell you."