Broken Antler Fen out of the danger and into the flames

Flicker gazed across the water with her head low, watching the frogs that occupied the lake create ripples and splashes. After a few moments, she felt...watched. The woman's head lifted with a slight jerk, her golden, blue flecked eyes scanning through the reeds until she caught a flash of white, stark against the swaying reeds. A small rise of panic rose inside her gut; was there more? Where were the rest? She retreated a step and another before giving a short bark that showed her alarm.

The lone wolf stared at the other female. Something was...off, about her. She realised how her fur had risen along her spine and her tail stood stiff behind her. Flicker rolled the muscles in her shoulders, forcing herself to relax in the presence of the other. She would not be afraid. 

"Hello," she called out, uncertainty laced and wavered her tone. She cursed herself silently for sounding weak. Pathetic. She stepped forward with a muddied, red paw - admitting to herself she was awaiting an attack by this point.