From behind the pine..

Razorback stood her ground. The moment was tense, and what would happen next was dependent on this inky wolfs next move. Razorback could feel the beginnings of her defenses start to set themselves... but then the other merely introduced themselves. Strange. It was not typical for Razorback to meet any wolves that were... friendly. They were all hostile, all competing against one another for life and to end up on the surviving end of it. Bar the wolves within her own pack, who she would naturally build some sort of bond (or something or other) with.

The tawny wolf played mute. She let out a low rumble, as if to demonstrate she had no ability to speak words, and shrugged haphazardly. Razorback was not one to mingle if she was not requested to. Feeling it unnecessary to turn a new leaf now, she remained silent and observant of the slim woman before her. At the very least, for the moment the two established they were a nonthreat to the others existence. Razorback did not enjoy fighting pointless fights... but she was also never one to back down.