Fairspell Meadow the end where we start

Though they were a considerable distance away, Quiet could see the three-legged wolf's change in posture. The creature's ears and tail drooped slightly, showing her that he meant no harm. Ah, so he assumed she was being hostile. Quiet made no change in her body language or her unyielding stare. She walked closer, her eyes blinking slowly as the cripple became clearer in her vision. Her head tilted slightly as she took in his features, though she hoped that the wind would change, allowing her to smell the wolf better. She had little knowledge of the packs other than her own. Perhaps it would be time that this changed.