Duck Lake Ain't it good being all alone

The snarl was not unexpected, although Fox had expected the other female to flee before she did such a thing. Considering she had no specific qualm with this wolf (yet), Fox stopped where she was, a dozen or so yards away from the green-eyed girl. Her tail wavered uncertainly behind her, and it was no friendly wave. This lone wolf was close to her hunting grounds, and the yearling redhead was unlikely to let such a thing fly without anything in return.

And yet... this was a lone wolf. Unlikely to do her any harm, and a potential recruit on top of that. The creek was bustling with wolves, but Fox didn't see any harm in trying to coerce more wolves to do her bidding. The yearling's expression softened then, though she remained ready to spring if the need arose. “Unless you have plans to join our ranks, I suggest you scram,” said Fox, her tone neutral.