Otatso Wetlands Following the stream up north

Scarlett watched the back female appear form the bushes, but the way she walked she was certain it was none of the wolves she knew. Her ears flattened and she raised her tail. She was not going to show any fear or at least try to. What would this stranger want from her. Scarlett was always kinda and friendly to anyone, but lately things were changing. She had to be tougher to be an alpha. She needed to be strong and assertive, not kind and gentle. Her red eyes fell straight into the other wolf's eyes. Her tail staying in the neutral zone but high, same as her head. 

"Have you seen a yearling, multicolored and golden eyed?," the red eyed female questioned to the stranger with a firm yet warm tone. She was pleased that it held no quiver or tremble of fear like she expected. She felt a bit more confident to say the least. She had to make sure her little Néa was okay, and if she was gone again then Scarlett wouldn't know what to do with her. She couldn't just leave her adoptive mother again. Scarlett scolded herself for being too kind once more since she went searching for the girl.