Heron Lake Plateau Please turn your fears into trust

A wolf appeared from nowhere, damn she was blind. 
She smiled softly, looking him over to check his posture; friendly yet formal. She tried so hard to stop her tail waving from side to side, but a twitch could still be seen. "Sorry, I didn't see you there," she looked almost sheepish and apologetic -- almost. 

Did he call her -- b?
She hadn't heard that before. She tilted her head slightly but kept the quizzical look from her expression and instead gave the grey man large, innocent eyes and explained her intentions,  "I'm here to discuss the hunting grounds between the Redhawks and the Shadewood,"  her sea-green eyes flitted about, "are you one of the Redhawk leaders?" She asked hopefully, keeping the friendly smile.