Sequoia Coast this little piggy went

The other backed off, and Fox's posture softened to neutral. Convinced that he wasn't going to hunt her down, she shook her coat to smooth out her hackles. “My name is Fox,” she replied, “but I’m very much wolf.” Now that she was focusing less on defending herself, she noted his scent. He smelled of the wolves who had come to take Junior away. Or rather, whom Junior had gone away with.

“Are you with those religious wolves?” she asked. Fox couldn't remember the name of the group, even if their leader had stated it. Perhaps this one could give her an update on Junior, if nothing more.