Gotta keep my feet moving

It was an eerie feeling that spread through her as the other young woman pressed closer, suddenly standing so that they were nose to nose. Didn't she know anything about personal space, and how not to invade it? Sterling's ears tilted back as she leaned away from Quill, who was trying to get unnervingly close to her in order to ask her next question. What was up with this chick? She could hardly focus on the words being spoken to her as she tried to get back to a more comfortable distance. She took a couple steps back, angling herself slightly to her left. However, with a little bit of space in between them again, Sterling was able to mull over the words she'd heard and formulate a response, although she was more fixated now on keeping her personal space, well, personal, than on where this conversation was going. Still, she would answer. "I'm exploring on behalf of my pack," she stated, choosing not to go into detail. After all, she didn't know this woman at all, and she didn't need all of the loners knowing exactly what she was up to.

Eyeing the other woman, her emerald orbs roving over her, Sterling wondered why the stranger seemed so intensely interested in what she was up to. Did Quill have something to hide, or was she looking for a fight? The girl was uncertain of the woman's intentions, and she felt guarded. But, perhaps she could redirect the conversation somewhat so that it was not entirely fixed on what she was doing. "Do you live around here, Quill?" she asked cautiously, eyes shifting briefly over the prairie land surrounding them, before landing back on the she-wolf. When she'd first spotted Quill from a distance, Sterling had thought maybe this had been an opportunity to make an acquaintance or learn something of value about these lands - now she was just more concerned with keeping her distance from the odd-mannered woman and hoping things didn't get more awkward from here.
She certainly wasn't counting on it, though.