Otter Creek Balance

When the dark wolf appeared from the blackness, Skydance froze, her head hovering above the torn up remains of the fish.  Things were running through her mind, mostly wondering if she should grab her meal and go elsewhere.  Just because her initial meeting hadn't been awful, that didn't mean she should trust anyone else around her food.  However, since the other woman was carrying a hare... Maybe it was ok.  If she came after her for the fish, Skydance could maybe just double back for the hare -- probably the better end of a trade, too -- after all, it'd be hard to carry both.

Skydance did her best to make her observation of the other dark woman seem causal, but she wasn't the best at it so her vague unease was probably visible.  The shadow wolf seemed to be watching her a lot more blatantly than she was, and that did kind of also add a bit of an edge to things.  She was waffling on whether or not to just leave by default -- the wind wasn't quite right but she was pretty sure that was another pack wolf.  Well, she'd just have to be ready to scram.  

And not a word.  Awkwarrrrddd. Trying to be cool about it, Skydance canted her head, but stayed quiet.