Greatwater Lake Sawyer, you're going out a youngster

Speaking of beautiful, another wolf appeared, approaching the lake from another angle. Wildfire slowed as she arrived near the shore, her attention fixed on the stranger. She was always wary of other wolves, particularly this far from the protection of her pack, yet she couldn't help but marvel at the pretty markings beneath her even more stunning indigo eyes. Wildfire's gaze traveled backward, to her stump of a tail, her brow knitting curiously, and then back to the stranger's face. The closer she came, the more obvious the other female's expression became. It was not friendly.

She had arrived at the water's edge. Wildfire wanted to take a drink, though she feared taking her eyes off the other wolf. Although beautiful, she looked decidedly surly and she was definitely looking this way. She could not imagine the expression was directed at her on a personal level, then she paused and wondered, What if it was? Perhaps she was far enough north to run into her parents' enemies after all, and she certainly resembled her notorious mother. The youth swallowed, wondering if she should try to act friendly, ignore the stranger entirely or maybe beat a hasty retreat?

She stood there a long time, deliberating, avoiding making eye contact while still keeping an eye on the pale she-wolf. Eventually, still indecisive, Wildfire bent over to take that drink. She then slowly sank to her haunches, trying to show that she posed no threat. Her leg muscles remained tightly coiled; she was ready to spring back onto her feet should the other wolf make any aggressive overtures.