Sera had a little lamb

She wasn't finding it the easiest thing in the world. Tugging at a collar to pull it in the right direction. The only thing she had going for her, was the fact that now it was unstuck it seemed content to move. It was even ambling in the right direction. She released her jaws from its collar and turned back to full face the path - and jolted in shock. The blue eyed wolf had maneuvered himself above her, perched on an outcropping and looking down at her. His words didn't full her with any kind of relief.

She had to fight the urge to flinch away and cower, to show her belly. The ingrained teachings of her childhood were hard to ignore. She didn't fully stop the flinch that stole over her features. Her newfound pride however had her straightening, and staring his boldly down. Good grief, she hoped it was an illusion of his height that made him look so tall. Somehow, she didn't didn't that was it.

She couldn't scent him from here, and based on her slim knowledge of packs, she made a calculation. The reward better be worth the cost of this. She took a step forward, partly shielding the sheep from his view. Her short stature, and his vantage point likely made the gesture moot. Whatever. It was the thought, right? "You can't have her. She belongs to pack. If you have a problem with that, you'll have to take it up with the alpha, or go through me." She stated bodly. Bolstered by the knowledge that he shouldn't be able to scent her, either. He couldnt know she wasn't apart of the pack, and he wouldn't mess with her if he thought she had pack on her side. She just had to hope he didn't ask for the packs name...