Blackfeather Woods A howl at the border

As the other wolf approached her, she stood staring an him, calmly inched her neck back, she didn't like it when other got in her face. She raised the corner of her mouth in a smile. She was a sweet wolf, but she showed that later. It took a while for her to trust wolves. 
"I am not dead weight, as far from it. I am great at two things, fighting, always useful, and spying, I don't know if you can use one, but I love it, I love sneaking around and no one knows you are there. I don't use my hobby as an advantage, only for the use of my pack."
Her eyes were calm but her stance was ready to turn on a dime, she couldn't read this wolf as well as she usually could.
"I never got your name." She said quietly, almost in a whisper.