Coming down

Rose watched as the older male was pushed back by the large pup, and was impressed as well. This pup could be a very dangerous wolf some day, she mused. At least he could hold his own and she wouldn't feel beholden to keep an eye on him out here, as she often did when she found young wolves wandering out and about on their own. She was about to get to her paws to turn and leave when the older male turned a bit in her direction, and she inwardly cursed the slight breeze that carried her scent to the fighting pair just as well if she had brushed her dark tail under their noses. She felt uncomfortable with the yellow eyes turned her way, and figured it would be best if she stepped out and let them know she was not a threat. Lurching to her paws, and wincing slightly as her rear paws were quite stiff, she stepped out from the shadow she had been laying in. Unsure what to say, she stood warily next to the trunk, her head held level with her shoulders and tail relaxed, ears turned to the side, her weak grey eyes in their pale rings meeting the stronger yellow ones, and gave a tentative wag, licking her lips as she did so in a slight fit of nerves, and as a sign to show she meant no harm.