One ear twitched at Florence's words, but the diminutive ivory she-wolf didn't move a muscle from her stand-offish position. She wouldn't back down until the strange female could prove to her that she meant no harm to her larger companion. She noticed the slight movement toward her direction and spared a glance at him before glaring back at the russet female. His words which would usually lower her jealously, only calmed her down enough to cover her teeth and stand neutrally, albeit still stiff-legged. She would comply with Florence, but that didn't mean she trusted the russet female.
Vera regarded the female - who introduced herself as Fly in a cheery voice - with a weary and guarded eye, watching her every move, including the step towards her larger companion. A low growl built up inside her chest, and it took all of her self-control to keep it maintained within her. She saw the step as a sign of possession, and she didn't like that, especially when it came to her Florence. Her ears flattened as the russet female continued to speak about telling stories and asking her if she had any to share. She might have had a few, but at that moment telling stories was not something she would have even considered. Getting Florence away from Fly was her goal, or at least getting between them.
Warily wading into the water, the diminutive ivory she-wolf shook out her coat as she reached the other side before gently nudging her larger companions leg, in a direction away from the russet female before slipping in between his front legs. "I'm afraid I don't have any interesting stories to tell," she said in a cold tone.