Sleepy Fox Hollow Wasn't enough.

Her "safe distance" was not what it seemed. In an instant, the stranger was upon her. Fiona did not fight back, but she did not flee, either. Instinct took over, and she fell to the earth. The witch rolled, belly-up, to the stranger. She meant no harm, no intrusion, and she would have to trust that he would know this by her display. If he was what she thought he was—a young dispersal wolf seeking his own claim—then he would need others to follow him, would he not?

It was more worth his time to attempt to recruit her than to chase her off, if she was willing. At least, she hoped he would see things the same way she did. Without that, she was at his mercy.