Firefly Glen born of cages

The response he recieved went against everything he understood so far in life. His neutral display was met with flared hackles, curled lips, and a stance that threatened violence as she came to a jarring halt. Rian gazed across the distance, which was no more than a dozen yards away, and tried to ascertain the intentions of the rogue wolf. But he knew one thing: he would not be a doormat to misplaced aggression. He lifted his tail in a high arch while his hackles puffed out around his nape in a show of both dominance and uncertainty. It was clear he was quite nervous about her actions so far, but he wouldn't be taken unawares. 

However, he knew he couldn't ignore her. Especially with her being so close to their temporary camp. If she was ill, or harbored ill intentions, Rian needed to drive her off. But if it was just a case of nerves, or confusion, he would be happy to explain. Either way, he needed to get closer. So he turned and began to circle in close to her. Not moving directly, but in an arch that was slowly closing in. One ear remained trained on her while the other was twisted out towards his surroundings. He kept his gaze locked on her, though his stance suggested caution, not dominance, and when he was close enough he called out. "I mean no harm."