Duskfire Glacier and the prey always believe

The wolfdog seemed.. anxious, maybe? Lane wasn't the best at reading emotions. Although Lane's thoughts on the presence of a halfbreed in the pack weren't yet fully-formed,  it certainly hadn't been her intention to intimidate the woman. It wasn't her pack after all-- if anything, Lane should be the one engaged in submission and deescalation. She was the one who was the outsider.

And yet.. she couldn't bring herself to submit to the wolfdog, pride being chief among her weaknesses. She did allow herself to fall into a more relaxed stance, returning Imaq's playbow with one of her own. Her tail switched, signaling that she was alert, but friendly.

"I'm Lane," she replied, ears flicking to attention, absorbing the wolfdog's lilting accent.

"Oh! Medicine Woman. I like that." A rare smile graced Lane's features. She was so used to pack wolves naming those of her profession healers, which was a title she rejected. Lane was not a healer; she did not heal bodies. Bodies healed themselves.

"Iana! Yeah. She's pretty great, isn't she?" Lane was genuinely at ease now. "So.. were you collecting something out here? Like.. a medicine, or something?"  Lane had not forgotten her purpose here-- she would teach and learn, and while she was here, contribute to the establishment of the fledgling pack as best she could.