Verdant Basin chatterteeth

Prowler sensed the other wolf before Fiona, and she scrambled off as quickly as possible, rushing into a hollow log. Out of sight, and hopefully out of the mind of a wolf who might be in the mood for a snack. He who approached was a large wolf, steeped in the color of red clay with eyes that looked through ice. A fine catch, if Fiona were seeking such a thing. Today, though, she was seeking not romance or friendship, but perhaps a chance to prove herself useful to the wolves who lived here. If her reputation began to wind its way through this place, she may even fulfill her calling.

You're the first wolf I've seen in a long time, she said, dipping her head back down for another long drink. One singular wolf could be dealt with, even as small as she was. If he had ill intentions, she would bolt. Prowler would know to hide until she returned.