Fox's Glade Naive thinking.

Valette only moved meters further when someone approached her. She lifted her muzzle dominantly, along with her tail. Her scent was not something she could hide. The female snorted when the other greeted her rather civilized. Perhaps she shouldn't be thinking bad of the male. Valette, however, didn't feel like having chitchat for now.

"You are awfully close to the borders of my pack," he pointed out to the dark colored male. As friendly as he might be. Maybe it was not her scent that brought him closer, but the promise of a pack. Valette kept her posture dominant, she wanted to look like someone that should not be messed with, even though she had no clue how to fight.