Moonspear where has thout been through

Her ears turned sharply. Had she misheard? What was even happening here? Her nostrils flared and she felt her eyes narrow, darting to assess this situation as quickly as she might be able. The stranger had regarded her, true, but none of it really fell into place for what should be typical.. neither did she have long enough to decipher more. Instead, receiving the wolf leaping towards her, she widened her eyes anew and ridged her hackles.

Othello? Yeah, not her was her last thought before Opalia realized she was really coming at her like that. Chil au daun..! she barked and clicked her teeth hard, reflexively forward with the suggestion to calm down, though in the surprise of the moment, it jumped from her in trigedasleng as she grimaced warily. She was far too new here, and did not intend to have trouble find her accidentally.. but this wolf smelled like pack (and Opalia did too now), why was she acting like this? What happened? So Opalia aimed to side-step away from the enraged wolf, head lowering defensively. She would answer anything worse with equal measure, but she at least wanted to be credited as herself for anything that ensued--not Othello. I don't know what's going on here but.. I don't know any Othello, she tried to edge in, if the other even really let her get that far.