The best diplomat ever

Grey ears snapped at the sound of the other's approach and her head followed shortly after, ready to fend off an attacker. Her normally skittish nature had swiftly turned defensive and hostile, her options limited from the usual "run or give up". She glared at the smaller wolf, her stare almost unblinking, as she moved between the stranger and the pup so she could shield the girl from harm if she had to. "Don't need any, thank you." she replied, matching the woman's hostility. She wasn't a fighter either, but she reckoned she could take the older wolf if worst came to worst.

The fight or flight response faded enough to allow critical thinking, and Abby suddenly remembered that being rude to another pack wouldn't look to great on her record in the future, regardless of their state at the time. The stranger hadn't attacked yet, which gave the mottled girl enough time to explain herself and avoid unnecessary bloodshed. "I'm Abilene, of Fireside." She decided to use her proper name, which seemed more appropriate given the situation. "I found this pup in a dried lake to the east. She needed water, so I carried her here. I'll be escorting her back to the range in a moment." She stated the facts, voice level.