Don't go throwing your stones around

To Olive’s relief, the strange male respected her wished and stepped back, farther away from the border than he had been before. The ruffled feathers that crowned her the ridge of her shoulders and spine disengaged [albeit, just a little bit] and the low outcry forming in deep in her chest began to fade - not for his sake, but mostly due to her discomfort assuming the position of assailant. Olive’s position was always for peace and nonviolence; after all, what good did bloodshed and anger do? The woman, herself, was a prime example of this. The past few days had completely suffocated her spiritual expansion and she felt unwilling to connect with anyone, even family.  The forest, the earth and the sky were in imperceptible disarray, as if an earthquake had struck and the damages were only visible to Olive’s viridian gaze. She never wished to contribute to this. Had this brute meant Teaglaigh harm, the druid was truly unsure what her next move would have been.
 
Though this stance was Olive’s essence and reason for being, she could not deny that immediately she wanted to tear into this wolf [even without probable cause].  In that moment, she had almost been scared of herself. Had joining a pack caused her to waver on her most closely held ideologies? The more you love something, the more power you give it to hurt you.
 
Not wanting to let down her guard just yet, Olive took a haughty step towards the shadowed male, Jagoda. In her haste and fear, she had not stopped to recognize the scent of their allies. “You’re one of Skellige’s wolves?”  Her timbre was flat and serious. Though she had never met the wolves of Blackrock Depth, there was talk enough among family that she knew well the names of their leadership.