Sheepeater Cliff The dark of summer

Your "awkward" post was written beautifully. *boops*

Although Koontz liked to think she was paying close attention to her surroundings—she was trying to familiarize herself with the lands, after all—she must have drifted off into her thoughts because, rather abruptly, a white wolf stood in her path. She ground to a halt, her head immediately lowering to protect her throat as she gazed at the stranger. Her ears flicked in response to a low, throaty growl and Koontz felt her every muscle tighten with tension.

Drawing in a breath, she stood her ground but kept her head low and her tail draped loosely against the backs of her legs. Clearly, she did not present a threat. At the same time, she would not grovel to a stranger, no matter if he secretly intimidated her. These were neutral grounds; therefore, neither owed the other anything more than a mutual, neutral acknowledgement at best and complete avoidance at worst.

Momentarily, she contemplated what to do. Eventually, Koontz decided to say something, though she still felt apprehensive. He wasn't exactly approachable, after all. "I'm Koontz," she said, foregoing a bland greeting. She said nothing else, though the Who are you? was strongly implied by her subsequent silence.