It was Mallaidh's first visit outside of the pack borders since she had joined several days ago. She didn't need to stretch or legs or get fresh air for pack life suited her well and she felt at home on the mountain the Sunspire had claimed their own. She felt she was getting along well with the wolves she had met so far, for the most part, and had successfully began her storage garden. Which happened to be exactly why she was approaching the lake on this particular day.

The sun was warm on her back and she enjoyed it but her senses were on high alert in a land not claimed by her new pack. While she was looking for herbs and medicinal plants she recognized, she listened carefully to her surroundings.

When she heard the strange accent not too far away, followed by the wafting scent of a male she did not know; a male that did not care the Sunspire scent on him either. Mallaidh's muscles tensed and her guard hairs loosened to enlarge her frame. He came into view not long after, a ways down the bank of the lake, and even from this distance she could tell he was much larger than she. She didn't want to cause any hostility between her and this large wolf and whatever pack he may be apart of (something she couldn't tell, having not met any other wolves outside of her home except one).

She barked from a distance, letting it carry toward him so he was aware of her presence.

The wolf spoke but it was inaudible. Mallaidh tilted her head a little, taking a few steps closer but they were too far apart. She hadn't understood what he said at first, blaming it on the distance, but he'd questioned her and she was too unsettled to just turn and leave it alone but just the same she didn't want to go much further. She hovered in her spot for a moment, humming quietly to herself before she stepped a little bit closer to try and figure it out.

I'm sorry. I couldn't tell what you've said from that far away, she calls out. She was still a distance away but she was confident her voice would carry well between them and so would his. It even gave her a heads up if she needed to flee because a scuffle was not what she wanted in her immediate future. I just wanted to let you know I was here and peaceful, she explains. Mallaidh had no idea the wolf spoke a different language, the confusion brought on by distance, and so she continued on as if nothing was different.

She could see the frustration on the wolf's face, the anger, and she turned her head a little. He spoke and it was clearly a garbled mess of what she knew. So it was most than just distance for the reason she'd misheard what was spoken. Mallaidh cranes her head a little before she took a step back, putting the distance back between them. The last thing she needed was an angry and confused wolf breathing down her back. Look, look. You don't gotta be all in ruffles about it, she calls, though she knew he wouldn't understand. Just. Calm. Down. She takes a few obvious breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Calm.