Frostfire Ridge the two of us,

Laurel was relieved when the wolf-ish creature stepped back from her. She instantly felt less threatened, though she stayed wary in case they were a scavenger who wanted her food, or in case more were nearby. On a good day, Laurel was a wary woman, and her experiences with those who carried non-wolf blood in them — those who were different — were few and bad.

Like her opponent, Laurel did not turn her back. She kept staring at the other, tensely so, until she finally disappeared entirely into the foliage. At practically the same moment as the other wolf Laurel spun on her heels and turned away, her heart fearfully hammering in her chest until she had put some distance between the other and herself.