Hoshor Plains mal de ojo

With an agitated glare, Dulce gave a quick turn of her head to try and find the source of the sound. Upon finding it to be a wolf and not some other malicious vermin, she loosened her gaze enough to be more quasi-welcoming. The past few days hadn't given her much luck with strangers so she was justifiably suspicious. Hello stranger, was her simple reply. It would be a while before she felt comfortable giving out something as personal as her name. You scared me a little. Dulce waited in silence to see how the russet offcomer might reply.