Red watched with some innate sense of satisfaction as Ptarmigan stepped away from the borderline, though it made her edgy when the she-wolf insisted on remaining extremely close by. The other’s words about chilling, and that she wasn’t hurting anyone didn’t mean much to Red. She was still trespassing. Well, she had been, at least. As long as the black wolf didn’t take another step forward, there was really nothing her lesser-bred cousin could do about it. Well, there was, but what was the point of getting into a fight with a wolf who was so obviously non-threatening? So, instead of worrying and snarling at her for no reason like an idiot, she decided to at least see what her pseudo-friend wanted.
Red decided to make herself comfortable first, and took a bit of time to find a sitting position that wouldn’t make her lean awkwardly forward on the uneven terrain. Then she turned her attention to Ptarmigan once again. Her ears went forward, her eyes widened a bit, and she gave a light chuff. which were all signals that meant, What are you doing here? What do you want?
To be perfectly honest, Red might not have been nearly as uptight had the Sunspire pack not had a recent run-in with Fox and a few of her wolves. But, of course, Ptarmigan didn’t know that, and it wasn’t the coywolf’s place to tell her. That was the Sunspire’s business. So, wordlessly — as usual — Red waited for the Endore’s response.