Wapun Meadow cast by their grave-beseeming ornaments

At least, they looked pleasant until someone else appeared, and then Sif was glad that she'd not yet reached the woods. The other wolf was larger than her - and, although it gave him the advantage in a fight, she was sure she'd be able to escape him easily enough by bounding through the snow. Bigger wolves were rarely as fast as her - not even Fen could have caught her, if she hadn't wanted to be caught.

But there was no reason to run just yet. Sif glanced around, body language broadcasting uncertainty without her permission and relaxing only marginally when she saw that they were completely alone. She padded a few steps closer to him, ears swivelling dubiously in a who, me? type motion. He'd been hailing someone, and she was the only one around...

Her fur bristled while her body compacted; submission and warning, always. I am harmless if you are harmless, she wanted to say, but other wolves rarely got the memo.

"Farlig?" she called, her voice wavering. "Hætta?" a pause. "Dangerous? Du hurt eg?"

She tried all the languages she was familiar with, mixing them without really realizing it. Communication was so complicated; Sif's tongue was clumsy in all dialects.