Phoenix Maplewood The Traveler Meets Her End

The old she-wolf looked up from where she lay, flicking an ear and not in the least bit worried about herself in the presence of this aggressive male. If anything, it worried her that he felt he had to be aggressive at all. Her paw-tips were only just touching the border and she was laying on the ground, not to mention she was grey with age. However, seeing as it was Spring, there might be pups in need of protection, or perhaps something had recently become a threat. When she spoke, her voice was sweet and low, and she did keep her posture nonthreatening. She was too old to be crouching and worrying about submission; she knew she was a respectful wolf and it made her slightly sad to be approached like a threat. Then again, different alphas run their packs differently. 
        "I'm not crossing your border and I'm too old to be a threat. I'm not sure there's much a reason for such aggression."
She blinked her calm ghostly eyes up at him, tipping her head slightly.  
                "My name is Nova Rose, and I'm looking for someone. A little red and black female, goes by the name of Grace. She's got an injury to her hind left leg that makes her limp and she's jumpier than a leaf in a windstorm. I am, for all intents and purposes, her mother. Is she here? I told her I'd meet her in this area see, and I think this is the sort of place she would settle."
She described Grace perfectly, though she had no idea that she'd started to come out of her shell for kind wolves like Esaro and Laika. She just knew she needed to find her adopted daughter.