The Bracken Woods chapter six.

She laxed, guard was now not a worry, for she could see how nervous he became, "Do not be afraid," Uriel soothed, "I will not attack without reason." While he stepped back, she forcibly stepped closer, getting a better look at the dark one. Though, he wasn't entirely wolf was he, she thought. A curled tail, and large ears, perhaps he was of the fable wolfdogs she had heard, or a coywolf, but knew he wouldn't be a purebred wolf. But, it did not matter to the Pheonix. Lineage matters little to her, nor' to the Pack she wishes to claim. For all, to become anew, and past be forgotten if chosen.

"I am Uriel of Sunward, claimer of this land," she declared, a tip of the head as a greeting, "and you are?" then lastly, a small smile toward the anxious hound.