Sleepy Fox Hollow it is the east, and Juliet is the sun

The sound of another's approach had Sif swinging around to face her possible assailant. And, although she heard every word of the silver-trimmed woman's little quip, it was so rife with idiom that Sif missed her meaning entirely.

"Haand," she repeated, her voice half questioning and half skeptical as she sized up the other wolf. If it came to a fight, Sif felt fairly sure she could win. But she didn't want to have her back to the ledge, and thus, began circling around the other, head tilted in curiosity. Could this be a new friend? This female seemed somewhat less friendly than the others Sif had come across.

"Hallo," the girl said with a cautious wave of her tail.