Luneshale Pass that's the way I remember her best

The addition of another coyote in their party might've bothered her, once upon a time — her mother had worn the skin of one on her back, after all! But much of her prejudice had sloughed away over the years, and now she traveled with far stranger companions. In particular —

Journey touched her nose to the cat's chin as another wolf came into view. She whispered her intent to "handle" the man on her own, and Balarina lowered herself to her haunches in the brittle grass.

"Hello, there!" she called to him, dancing a few steps forward to bring herself out of the cat's shadow. "I carry a message. Will you hear me?"

She bowed low to him, tail wheeling in friendly supplication.