Bitterroot Valley Been Running, Running, Running

Had she scared the wolf? It seemed about as scared as she did, no, rather, more scared than she! He (as she'd determined him to be a he) seemed to relax as she did, when both creatures seemed to realize that they posed one another no threat. The male stepped towards her, seemingly curious, and she stepped forth in turn, staring before realize that that was "poor manners" and dropping her gaze. "I'm a dog - a collie." She said, brow wrinkling. She'd thought all dogs knew of wolves, but it seemed wolves (or at least, the single wolf she'd just met) did not know of dogs.