Haunted Wood like rum on the fire

she rises as quickly as she's sat when the woman intrudes on her glade, pivoting to face her. her ears are slicked back in what may easily be interpreted as aggression, but in reality, is unease and shock she'd rather deny. "fine." she retorts, far from trusting any of the wolves who are now her new packmates, especially unwilling to do so if it might sacrifice her attempts at projecting strength and confidence.