Conquer the stars

Ears flicked forward as she waited for the other's response, her eyes searching hopelessly in the dark. She knew she wouldn't find any physical form of the wolf nearby, but she couldn't help herself - she wanted to catch a glimpse. But she knew she wouldn't be able to rely on her eyes here. A voice finally cut through the pure darkness, and Saffron turned to the direction of the voice, her hackles prickling in irritation. No, that's not what she'd meant. A name would make no difference to her. She shook her head in frustration, even though she knew the gesture would go unnoticed. Before she could respond to the first remark of the stranger, that wolf spoke again, musing about the standard greetings of well-mannered wolves. Exchanging names. Perhaps that would be important in some other context, but right now it didn't feel necessary. Saffron grumbled irritably.

"Listen, I don't need your name," she snapped, "I don't care if you don't wanna get introduced. I don't needa tell you my name either. I'm more interested in what you want. Why'd'ya come in here after me and growl before sayin' anything? Makes me think you got a problem." The young woman continued staring into the darkness, listening for any sounds of movement. It really didn't matter to her why this wolf was present, but the other wolf's answers would probably give her some insight into the other's intentions. She hoped that would leave her feeling better prepared, whether she needed to fight or not. Her body rigid, trying her best to face the other wolf head on, she fell silent, waiting for the other to speak again.