Lost Creek Hollow gotta watch what i say,

The wolf's first reaction was crucial- and gave Ameline all the information that she needed to know about how their encounter could go. While she fantasized about a full-blown conflict for a moment, it became clear in an instant that the woman would have none of it, and shrank against the cool earth to emphasize that fact. She was small, already- but tinier still when she crouched. 

She spoke, her voice bright, in spite of having been startled- she resorted to kindness rather than fear, Ameline noted. Either she was an optimist, or she hadn't had that habit curbed by force. Regardless, the Regina would not be the one to teach her that lesson. 

She nodded to Vanja, and shook out her pelt to diffuse the tension. Th'alright, She called out casually as she began to move closer, so it would appear perhaps a bit less as if they had been stalking her. You ain't a cat, tho...You'll thurvive the curiothity, She mused. Her packmate, it seemed, had found the woman curious as well. Hell, curiothity'th a good thing, anyway. She decreed, but added as an afterthought- Motht of the time.