Hoshor Plains Over Hill and Under Hill

oh, shit. she froze, attempting the channel grass and appear for all the world as if she belonged there, hunkering low and hopefully out of sight. salmon tongue darted out the lick her lips, mind turning as she considered. "I see you." she replied after a beat, "and smell you." she'd one-upped him there, and she was pretty sure that gave her the higher ground in this encounter. 

a moment passed, and then, "are you a fucker?" that was the word she'd come to associate with the type of wolf who would do to others what they'd done to Drago - it had been the word her father'd screamed on the mountain. she was aware that lying was easy - she supposed that fuckers did it all the time, but asking outright couldn't hurt, and she was sure she'd be able to tell if the stranger was the kind to attack pups. it was not a personality trait you could easily hide, she believed.