Blackfeather Woods Have you heard of the midnight killer?

Venus was trotting along, focused on learning her surroundings. Her cold eyes scanning past the bushes, looking for any respectable hiding spots. Her mouth open. She smelt a strange scent, she knew it was a wolf, but she didn't know who. It wasn't anyone she had already met. She slowed to a walk. She placed one foot, strategically in front of the other. Her ears perked, her eyes sharp. She saw an unknown figure, when she decided it was a wolf. Her eyes staring, unmoving. Venus didn't want to meet the new wolf, but she knew she had to. She didn't want to sneak up on the wolf. 
"Hello?" She said, her voice was cold. She wasn't about to hide who she was to become friends with some wolf. Her eyes were sharp, she was standing still, her tail a bit lower than her back. She wasn't standing dominantly, what so ever in fact. Just confident, she wasn't a coward. Cowards are disgusting, she really was hoping this wolf wasn't soft.