Moonspear Do a fake dab to smell my armpits, whiff it

Q's brow furrowed for a moment, truly mystified by something. "I'm outside the borders," she said, "I thought I was at a distance." She didn't want to argue, though it begged the question, "How far away is acceptable? Can you show me?" She rose back to her feet slowly, though Quell kept her head and tail low. "Swear I'm not being facetious, I genuinely didn't realize." And if not the borders, then where was the real boundary line, according to these wolves?

"I'm Q, by the way, from Sagtannet. What's this place called?" she queried, hoping the dark she-wolf wouldn't balk at any of her questions.