Sea Lion Shores riptide

Sen came to a slow a stop when she heard the voice of the other wolf. She tensed slightly, preparing herself to run if things went south. Despite not knowing the she-wolf before her, or whether or not she was dangerous, Sen visibly relaxed and rolled the question through her mind.
"I believe it is," she answered, a faint smile weaseling into her features. "It is relaxing as well."
The smile grew for a split second as another breeze made it's way through her coat, making her momentarily forget that a their was a stranger within speaking distance. When the grayscale-coated wolf's presence was remembered, the smile faded lightly and she tensed again, still uncertain of the other she-wolf.