Lost Creek Hollow Too close for comfort

Ears pinning in confusion, she turned to find the source. She had almost crossed back over the border but stopped just shy of exiting the territory, wondering where the shouts came from. 

Catching sight of the large canine thundering towards her she hurried over the last few steps, crossing into neutral land. She lay the weasel down outside the border and addressed the wolf. "Take it easy, friend. I mean no harm," her words were soothing, calm. 

"I was not aware you owned these lands, would you like the weasel back?" Perhaps it was rude to hunt on their lands, she wasn't familiar with wolves. Maybe if she returned the food they could part friendly, with no anger or bloodshed.