Deepwood Weald Nose on the grindstone

"Oh!"
Coming to a quick sit in front of the stranger's face, tail picking up behind her with perked, large ears spiked upwards. "Well, hi there! Me is called," she fumbled on her words, looking side to side while she noticed her clear stumble in that attempt with 'me'. Though, she would recover quick! Fast as the wind! Her language would adapt! "Legend!" she nodded with notable confidence and ease. Not always consistent, her modern tongue, but she would push for these folk to understand her more! 

"What is your name? You smell much like pack wolf, you! I wished to ask you of." Aggression? From a stranger? Yes, but she was not biting her, so that meant she was safe and dandy! Fine and okay, yes? That was the display she showed: comfort and casualness to this stranger's unease.