Dawnlark Plains v. "hope is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul"

The wolves of Sapmi did not lie - at least, not the women. In fact, they had become skilled at detecting falsehoods from reading body language, nuances in tone and facial expression. It was clear, to Elve at least, that the woman was lying about being frightened. The elf's head cocked curiously, wondering why someone might lie about such an unimportant thing, but she ignored it for politeness sake. 

"Oh, blessings to you and your Clan t'en," the Sami replied with a kind smile, tail wagging slightly. "Me? I'm from up north, Sapmi," she clarified, unperturbed by the woman's manner for she had never quite met a vain woman and didn't understand the passive-aggressive nature presented.