Ten feet under

Raissa was pleased when the white-furred she wolf sunk into a submissive position as soon as she spoke, showing she meant no harm. Raissa studied her movements, the way she opened and closed her mouth and batted at her muzzle with a paw, shaking her head. Curiosity passed through her eyes as she tried to figure out what she was doing. She still held her dominant posture though it was a little bit less aggressive now that the wolf showed she wasn't going to attack.

"What, can you not talk or something?" she growled, staring at the female with fiery eyes.