Sequoia Coast Somewhere in the darkness

It took a brief moment for Osprey to realize that she wasn't alone here and that there was someone watching her. She turned just in time to see a grey she-wolf - smaller and younger than her - approaching her in a straight line, without saying a single word. Osprey frowned and reatreatead some steps, taking a defensive position - the fur along her spine bristled, she held her head low with ears flattened against her skull and kept her gaze focused on the other's face.

Yes - she might not feel entirely comfortable in these strange lands and this reflected in her aura, but at the same it was not other wolves that she feared the most. It was easier to face and not back away from them. She still had enough strength to pick up a fight, if the events were to steer that way. To warn the stranger to keep her distance, she let out a low, rumbling growl.