Nova Peak Malice

The stranger noticed her, and it was just as she'd feared; the other wolf was not pleased to see her at all. Reverie called Blossom to her side and tucked her close, her posture folding in submission; tail tucked, ears back, legs bending into a near-crouch over her daughter. The gilded girl had never been one for conflict. She did not know what to do, and so she whined lowly, hoping that this would convey that she meant no harm.
With her daughter at her side, running would not be an option. Blossom still wasn't quite big enough to keep up with an adult wolf at a full sprint. If the stranger persisted in this sudden aggression, Reverie would have no choice but to distract while her daughter fled for safety. Suddenly she wished that she'd invited Boone along after all.