Larksong Grotto She is frequently kind

Lilia froze when she felt teeth sink into the fur at her ruff. She didn't panic, didn't react, but kept inchinc forward, the gentle pull at her loose skin and fur helping her maintain her direction. But with every inch she crept closer, her face just inches away from the woman's chest and dirty feet, she had to convince herself not to lash out. 

It was wrong. Someone grabbing her by the scruff...It felt wrong. She felt as though she'd lost a fight- though consciously, she knew that it was only something the other wolf was doing in order to help. She was quick to jerk her head back as soon as she could, and flashed her teeth in an ungrateful way. When she was sniffed, she uttered a thin, low growl; just enough of a warning, she hoped, to ward the other off. 

She moved forward with a slightly stiff gait, hoping she could just forget the whole intrusion pretty quickly. It would have been more satisfying to knock the other flat on her ass just to establish herself as the boss, but down here, where the footing was so icy...It'd probably mean they'd both get injured, and get stuck in this pit together. Even she had enough common sense not to give into that instinct. 

Their pathway from there, fortunately, looked pretty gentle. She moved forward, taking the lead this time, and skirted along the ledge, toward the last spot that remained before she could hop down gently to the ground. Once there, she lifted her head, and looked back up. 

She'd never been in anything like this before; a great, sunken pit, it seemed, as if caustic water had worn away at the stone over thousands of years to create such a low-lying lakebed as this.