Not knowing the difference

It felt kind of naughty to be wandering around on someone else’s territory unescorted, but she hadn’t really expected to make the swim all the way out here either. She had caught her breath on the shoreline, basking in the sunlight, allowing it to dry out her fur, and well, now that she was here... As far as she knew she wasn’t expected anywhere pressing today.

The Archer-Lyall tried to carry herself like she belonged, hoping the scent of Sirius and the rest of the Armada would be enough to keep her safe, if anyone asked she was doing her duty as a warrior, getting a lay of the lands she might be called on defend, right? Yeah, that’d work in a pinch. Set in her story, her steps gained confidence. That was, until she heard someone speaking just out of sight. The words seemed to be answers to half a conversation unheard and her ears turned back in a silent cringe. Maybe she was meant to howl like she did when she visited her Aunt? Oh shit, what if she’d start a war with her cluelessness?

Deciding she would be far better off to come out and beg forgiveness now (only because she knew this pack was an ally, mind, if it was anyone else she wouldn’t care), the silver woman crept forward with her head dipped low and tail tucked apologetically, wagging under her belly. Whoever the tan hued man had been speaking to had left, but still her lips were pulled tight in an apologetic smile. He didn’t seem mad, at least, that had to work in her favour right?

"speech".