Silverlight Terrace it's my power outfit.

Poe was confident that this territory was not claimed by a pack - there were scents upon it that seemed to have some commonality in them, but she had not crossed any heavy concentration that signified borderlands, so she was confident that she was safe. Until she spotted another wolf approaching her, rather intently. Then she began to doubt herself.

The Ostrega paused, her ears falling back as she canted her head in curiosity at the approaching figure. He was a dark, inky blot on the golden white landscape, heading her way fast. She took another deep whiff of the air and reasserted her confidence. If anything, she was on this guy's hunting grounds. And seeing as she wasn't hunting (at least not for prey), she knew she could ease any conflict that arose, if there was any.

Feeling better, Poe trotted forward to meet him - her posture nuetral and friendly. She let out a short call to him that was equally friendly to set the tone prior to meeting him, just in case. And about two minutes later when they were near enough to speak, Poe stopped, and gave him a friendly smile. "Hey! I'm Poe. I'm not trespassing, am I?" she said.