Totoka River Diving in the deep,

Aimi stood frozen with pale sands beneath her foot pads and the indecisiveness of what to say or do. She smelled blood on one of them — it could be assumed that these two were brawling with each other and one unfortunate soul had lost. Or maybe the red and black pair were mates and she was just interrupting some steamy romance session. Whatever the case was, the coastal she-wolf was clearly interrupting something or else this heavy silence wouldn't exist. 

Bright seaglass eyes quickly glanced over towards the woman draped in pelted obsidian. Not a single word of what she said to Aimi was registered properly and she honestly didn't understand a damn thing that came out of their mouth, but that flash of white molars which mimicked their sharp voice? Yeup, that was definitly aggression — the universal sign of agression in the canine world. "你在威胁我吗?" The otter's muzzle wrinkled as well, black lips itching to reveal her own set of ivories and sand dusted hackles rising on instinct. Aimi didn't know if she was reading the situation correctly at all because of her language barrier, but 'fight or flight' is what this ultimately generalized to.