Sawtooth Spire too many dicks on the dance floor

The sound of a voice behind her startled her nearly half to death. Quip instantly leaped to her feet and darted toward a nearby boulder. She made the split second decision to spring atop it and pivot to assess her possible assailant. Her slender body pressed low to the stone and her tail gave a few twitches when her eyes clapped upon a wolf. She hadn't seen one since the encounter at the lake and was no less wary of them than before. This particular wolf appeared young but Quip knew better than to underestimate him.

She didn't know what to make of his comment, so she made no reply. Her tail eventually fell still, though it puffed up like a bottle brush. Her muscles twitched as she contemplated fleeing, though she would wait to see what the young wolf wanted first. If he wasn't interested in attacking, Quip didn't want to trigger a predatory reaction by inciting a chase.

After a beat, she blinked and queried, "What do you want?"