Fox's Glade Warspeak

In the distance did a figure come. 
Sovereign didn't recognize it at first, not until the figure seemed to be looking directly at her. 

Then, Sovereign felt herself bristling. 
She couldn't really see the stiffness of the figure from here, but Sovereign was far more focused on making sure nobody else was there. 
Nobody from that damned pack to the north, nobody, nobody, nobody-!!!

The behemoth took a deep, slow breath to steel herself as she forced herself to calm down enough to sniff the air. 
None of those scents were here, or so she could gather for now...

But by the time Sovereign was ready to turn and retreat, the figure was already walking forward. 

Sovereign took another breath to steady herself, to ready herself for whatever might happen...

She would not run this time.