Sawtooth Spire too many dicks on the dance floor

His body language indicated no threat, though Quip didn't immediately trust it. She remained vigilant on her perch, peering suspiciously at the wolf with flinty eyes. Her stony mask cracked somewhat when he mentioned the smell of blood, which reminded the vixen of her losses.

"No," she replied simply. She wasn't wounded or weakened and she wanted him to know she wasn't viable prey. She sat up a little, hoping to look bolder and braver than she actually felt to further deter any aggression, even though the young wolf's amiable demeanor persisted.

Maybe a conversation would also deflect from any predatory urges. "Are you a medic?" The fox was genuinely curious.