Firefly Glen Knock knock! Who's there? Anxiety!

Another nod. Amekaze nodded back, her eyes having narrowed marginally as she did until she blinked it aside. She was coming to understand and just a little more time would be all she'd need. "I see," she breathed as she contemplated this further. Naturally, other pack wolves anywhere she could find them inspired a certain measure of suspicion, yet so far, this silent creature was not giving her outright bad vibes. It was mainly the reputation of Blackfeather that preceded them, even into an encounter so neutral as this one. 

Nevertheless, the dark alpha moved closer to her, mainly for a more in-depth look. It was there that she noticed the details of her heterochromatic eyes, and the otherwise subtle influences of the husky in her bloodlines -- not that Amekaze knew it as such, but she could appreciate something unfamiliar all the same. This at least set her apart from the average-looking coyote.  "Are you always silent?" she asked, which she considered may seem rude if it were due to injury or defect somehow, but she was curious and it would only take a nod to tell her.