Dawnlark Plains running wild and running free

Her tail waved through the air, and no sooner did she return to her senses did the wind drift another scent toward her. Stiffening with natural tension, the she-wolf swung her muzzle back, noting the swarthy frame that now loped toward her. Relief flooded her when she realized it was only a single wolf and not a group – and yet his eyes began to narrow as they fell upon her.
 
Her own icy eyes remained aloof, though her muscles taut. The challenge was indirect but not missed by the rogue – her jawline lowering only slightly in potential defense rather than submission as her tail gave an idle lash. As far as she could tell, she was on no one’s land, and as he cleared his throat and seemingly glared at her, she canted her muzzle slightly. “What?”
 
Might as well get to the point.