Blacktail Deer Plateau you can run, but you can't hide

It took less time than the last place she'd been for somebody to show up. Not only that, but he also didn't start off with words like that big white wolf had in the forest pack. Fox heard his foot-stomping soon enough to direct her attention toward him and brace herself for impact. Even with the bracing, though, she was hit hard, rolling like a little rusty tumbleweed. The yearling eventually landed on her feet, tense and facing the black wolf who had done exactly as he should have.

"Impressive," she complimented sincerely. "All too many guardians ask questions first and take action later." Perhaps it was his attitude, but Fox did not feel the need to provoke him any more than she already had. She was not sure if he would continue his aggressive stance (which he probably should), so she kept on her toes quite literally. If she needed to, she could always flee back home. There was no need to teach him a lesson, for he seemed to know his duty well. "The guardian of the forest lacks your initiative. I was curious to see if this plateau was any different." And it was. Or at least he was.