Whitebark Stream clear-headed

Daylily turned at the sound of approaching pawsteps and was about to smile at the female who had come over to her, but was surprised to find the woman in a position of submission, her head low. Or was that simply nervousness? 

“I-I…” Daylily stammered, wondering what to do in this situation. Technically, she supposed she was higher in rank than the woman, but such things had never really mattered in Oakstead as long as everyone did what they were supposed to do. Rank only came into play if someone was in trouble, or you were trying to convince a pup to go to bed at night. “Th-there’s no need to lower your head like that,” she called, her tail wagging in encouragement. “I’m… not going to pull rank on you or… or anything.” She smiled shyly, hoping her words were enough to get the woman to feel comfortable. “Um, what’s your name? I’m Daylily.” These next words were an attempt to get a conversation going so they could get past the awkwardness.