Firefly Glen the station on 44th

A visible chill rolled down the length of Dulce's body. Though he circled her tightly, she kept her gaze on some part of him at all times so as to prepare herself for the worst. There weren't many wolves who would classify Dulce as a fighter, but when necessary, she certainly knew how to hold her own. You aren't a good judge, she growled back, keeping her threat low so as to not alarm him as to just how anxious she was.

As the stranger came up on her other side, Dulce side stepped. She took a second to scan his expression and body language to see how she was meant to respond. The threat didn't seem immediate, but she kept herself braced.