She was a product of her circumstances, molded by the environment into a being adept and skilled at one thing and one thing only: survival. Such capability came with experience and she found herself idly repeating mantras in her head before she fell asleep: Strangers are not to be trusted. Everyone is competition. Your life is in your own paws. The captain of her own fate, Miskwaa would not be pushed around by the storm of life; ever vigilant, she would be a paragon of everything a capable, independent creature should be.
And so, while Miskwaa was capable of formality and civility, interactions that were personal and intimate were regarded as frightening, dangerous. It was rare that any one creature was treated as something more than a potential threat or tool to be used; even family, friends had been abandoned in favor of her own interests. It was not a particularly happy way to carry out one's life (certainly nothing like the fairytale stories told to pups), but it was one that had served her well thus far.
“Don't be ridiculous. I trust and respect my uncle. As he seemed to trust you, I should perhaps do the same.” It was not a guarantee by any stretch of the imagination, but her words implied a minute possibility... If anything, the stranger should be wise to take this opportunity and run with it. Alphinaud certainly wouldn't be given a better chance for months otherwise, why squander such good grace? Tilting her head slightly with lips pulled back in what seemed to be amusement, Miskwaa responded, “How respectful of you.” There was a certain sarcastic note to her words that implied she didn't find this to be a very noble quality at all. In fact, to hunt on the lands of others would have been very foolish, an open invitation to conflict were Ziigwan and her not civil beings. It was not an act of justice, but of cowardly intelligence that she was familiar with — though Miskwaa would not tell him as much.
Pondering what more she wished to ask him, Miskwaa began walking, this time turning slightly to her left so she was no longer walking directly towards the white stranger. Slowly she pressed forward, pushing through the thick growth on blooming flowers and adding rather informatively, “If you stay around these parts, it won't take you long to find a pack.”