We Are Stained with the Blood of Stars

The she-wolf’s first words were calm down. Deity wrinkled her nose, tail lashing. She would not calm down. She had every right to be... to be un-calm. The stranger’s casual tone unnerved her, and she unconsciously channeled that energy into irritability. Though, as she took a moment to drink in the stranger’s appearance, she realized how very... tiny she was. Was she a pup? No, her fur had smoothed out, her limbs were long. She looked a bit older than Deity, actually. Why was she so small?
Deity listened to the rest of the stranger’s response. She was shocked by her neutral tone and nonchalance. Her movements were languid, her gaze resting lightly upon Deity. There was no hostility in her form. In fact, Deity was surprised at how similar her reasoning for being here was to Deity’s own.
“No, it— these lands do not belong to me,” she replied, relaxing a bit. “I found myself here the same way. You are alone, are you not?” Deity added, realizing she couldn’t let her guard down with her senses blocked like this. The burble of water would mask any quiet sounds made from possible wolves in hiding. The treeline was dark and foreboding, filled with shadows that could be an attacker. Sulfur clogged her nostrils. She still couldn’t catch the scent of the she wolf directly in front of her.
She was not paranoid, Deity reasoned, only hyper-conscious of the fact that she could not detect any possible enemy. This could be a ruse, after all. She had to consider all possibilities.