Swiftcurrent Creek Fool's gold [IC joining]

As I figured, she thought, watching the approaching figure warily. Perhaps this had been a mistake. The stranger was small, but she made no assumptions. Size wasn't everything. As a stranger on their lands, she knew what was expected of her. And much as it rankled her, she knew she had to play along if she expected to get anywhere here.

Let's do this dance. She stood still, no trace of aggression or challenge in her stance. She kept her eyes downcast, ears and tail low, but did not lower herself too much. She wanted to show respect but if these wolves required groveling they were going to have to look elsewhere. Danica would play by the rules but not so far as that.

Not wishing to be the first to speak, she stood expectantly, waiting for a reaction. Would she be chased off on sight? Or questioned first? Would the other wolf attack? If it came to a fight, Danica knew she'd have to run. She could hold her own, but she was never stupid. And taking on an entire pack on their own turf? Didn't get much stupider than that.