Blackbeak Bluff ullus

The she-wolf was not built like a warrior, more of a scout, or a hunter. She had the lean build more like a racehound then a wolf, her tail shorter then most, ears bigger. She came from lands across the sea. "Are you dangerous?" Her voice was thick, foreign. 

"I have met others, they greeted me with violence. I suggest you do not do the same." Not exactly a threat, but her tone was not that of someone who was out to make friends. Not yet, at least. At the sanctuary no wolves had to fight for food or mating rights, here was so strange to her.