Blackfeather Woods creates the only emotion

For once, luck was on her side -- or maybe it was the inua who set the other northerner upon the scene. "What - going -?"

"Rowan - a dog here. - - stay. - - - - - -." 

The words were mostly intelligible to Imaq but that did not mean she did not listen. Her eyes longed to seek out the features of this newest company -- wondering if she was friend or foe -- but wisely, she kept her oceanic orbs focused on the eight paws before her. The lagoon optics flickered occasionally, scanning their surroundings for more wolves, filled with fear that was akin to Taikon's own. She watched them carefully for signs that they might lunge towards her, even if the male didn't seem inclined to violence. 

There was an itch under her skin to flee, to find Rowan (and probably never, ever, stray from him again), but they were too close. Mayhaps the angered man would give chase if she ran -- perhaps that would be what pushed him to attack. 

Instead she remained silent as the southerners conversed, watching them warily from her peripherals. Regardless of consequences, if they moved too quickly in her direction, the shepherd would be gone.