Devika came to a slow halt, keeping a measured distance. Curious. What had given her away? No matter. She had no voice to answer the sound, so instead, she let her tail lift and flag—not in threat, nor in submission. Just a gentle sway at the tip, a silent message of neutrality.
Tilting her head slightly, she exhaled through her nose, then drew in a slow breath, cataloging the stranger’s scent. No danger. If anything, the other she-wolf seemed… afraid.
Why?
What had her so distressed?
With deliberate slowness, Devika began to move—not forward, but in a quiet half-arc at the same distance, her movements fluid and unthreatening. Her blue eyes never left the silver, watching closely, curiously. Waiting to see what she would do next.