Swiftcurrent Creek roll up your sleeves

i rarely ever say this, but i think my writing is real crap in this post. blah.

Fox was quick to pick up on the outsider's appearance at her borders. The scent was mingled with others that were vaguely familiar, although Fox had never been too good with names or remembering who belonged to who. The yearling was not outright hostile as she approached, though her body language made it clear that one move by the stranger in the wrong direction would cause trouble. “You have business here?” Fox asked. She doubted the oddly-colored female was seeking acceptance, considering the scents of so many others lay thickly upon her.

Briefly, Fox wondered why somebody would come up and just sit here, though she did not voice her question aloud. Then again, she'd been the one to send somebody to the plateau mere minutes prior, so who was she to judge? Fox could only hope this one did not bring trouble with her.