The Tangle Blame it all on yourself

She hadn't expected the other wolf to chill out so easily; she'd been prepared for a snarl, a bluff charge, or to be chased away from her bloodied turf. Instead, she was met with humility, and a wry sense of humour, which she didn't quite know how to handle. She'd forgotten how to be instantly cool, in the past few weeks of having been on edge all of the time. But she'd done it before- she could do it again. She could blend in with her environment. It was all a part of becoming a ranger and a rogue. 

She shrugged, albeit somewhat stiffly. "Th'alright." She said, squinting lightly. Apologies were often harder to earn than that, but she could be gracious with forgiveness when she felt it was earned. No harm, no foul. 

To her question, she nodded, and gestured to the East. "Yeah. I live in a pack jutht that way, called Redtail uRithe." She said, trying to correct her stubborn rhotacism while speaking. "You a loner, yeah?" She asked. It'd been implied- living a life out in the wilderness was tough. It would explain her jumpy reaction.