Great Bear Wilderness Daydreamland of skeptical mind

Sarah had neither expected, nor wished for a company. She was that person in a crowd-filled bar, who looked very self-sufficient and content in the company of her own whiskey glass. And had just as much space around her as a functioning antibiotic sensitivity test. You just did not approach her and start a conversation of any kind. 

So, no surprise here that the stranger was not greeted either cordially or civilly. Without stopping to chew on a piece of hide, she looked up and regarded the other wolf distrustfully. It poured honeysweet words in her ears, but she bought none of it and did not have to look far for a reason. She put a possessive paw over her lunch and continued to stare at the unwelcome companion. Perhaps it had more to say.