You can smell her now. Her scent is odd... but not in a bad way. It's sharp and zesty, but still undeniably wolf.
Vicky is standing at your side, her stare intense and locked onto the stranger.
"Name and pack," she calls out, voice ringing with authority. "What is it? Where are they?"
"Straight to business then? That's fine by me." The woman jumps off her bike and sticks her hand out. "The name's Shawnie. My pack's territory is about two hours north of here in the National Park. I'm just popping into town to drop off some product and pick up supplies."
"So you want to go deeper into our territory?" you ask.
"I guess I do. Just for a bit though. And, I swear to God, I didn't know this land was claimed."
Her hand is still held out, waiting to be shook.