Swiftcurrent Creek Everything's turned from gold. . .into SHIT

It really did not take him long to come her way, especially after her faintest prickle of worry. Carefully, she withdrew herself mentally, set it aside for survival.. seeing the curiosity start to shape into danger before her very eyes. Now was no time for anything less.

She had approached a great many wolves, and met even more than that so had smelled her share of things, and seen varieties and deformities and wounds and all sorts in her time that measured long enough. But, this much was pretty new to her personal repertoire. Upsettingly so, no doubt. His saliva... his scent. Foul, fabled, practically.. and marked with such a strange absolution to beware. She was full on hackles up by now, his ugly trip on over had given her time for that. Thankfully she was able to slip into a slow walk to help keep the lightness on, the distance there, and able to angle her towards the flight she might need quickly. She was one to trust her speed. It had saved her before, so.. 

A part of her hoped she had misheard, that it was not her leader's daughter by the same name he spoke, or by some chance he was interested in the bird.. Since he turned to a show of teeth shortly after, the scout didn't consider that for long yet. She filed that concerning piece of information appropriately, for later. Ibis.. why? she dared before she shook her head, ears outward for only the instant before turning them attentive again. She licked her lips nervously, still. I'm only passing through, she said, to remind him and lashed her tail, unappreciative of his show and not here to incite his violence pointlessly. Last thing she needed (and first she prepared for) was him fully squared up or worse, launched.