Fox's Glade wasn't expecting that

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She saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye and turned to watch a small wolf slink up to the water's edge. Reggie froze, deliberating on what to do. If she had been able, she would have immediately run in the opposite direction to avoid an unwanted encounter. However, she couldn't just take off anymore. Instead, she shrank slowly to the ground, mindful of her raw and scabbing stump, keeping an eye on the stranger and willing herself to become invisible.

It didn't work. Two gleaming yellow eyes drifted in her direction. Regipre stiffened, fearing that she might be killed outright. There was nothing she could do to save herself, either. But the dark canine didn't make an aggressive move. In fact, she lowered herself to the ground (briefly reminding Reggie of Luke) and said two words: "Small one." Her voice was soft.

For a long moment, the coyote whelp made no reply. She shifted, trying not to give away her anxiety. She wanted to ask to be left alone but what if that set off the unfamiliar wolf? Instead, Reggie eventually murmured, "Don't hurt me," and then hesitated before muttering the Dothoran word for, "please."