Blackfeather Woods see, the devil is a liar

It quickly became clear that neither party was 100% confident in their approach. To some degree, this put Dulce at ease, but she knew better than to relax around a wolf at the mercy of his instincts. This wasn't the first time she'd been in a hostile situation, so experience made it a little less worrisome. I'm not here to intrude, she explained, voice soft and slow. It was never like Dulce to be fast in anything that she did, but she was taking this one half-step at a time.

Finding silence to be less than optimal, she continued, I may want to join. It was the first time she'd ever even thought of thinking of mentioning her possible interest in joining a pack, but desperate times always called for desperate measures.