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

Quiet leaned back slightly at the sudden intrusion of her space. The flickering green eyes in front of her told her that the wolf was examining her more closely, and realizing the heritage that lay in Quiet's veins. They was subtle, her dog genes, but not completely missing from her figure. Quiet allowed the examination, then nodded once more to answer the dark wolf's questions. It was a familiar one at least, less interrogative than the others.