But she was Shinyuu. She was true to herself and to her life. After all those years she spent alone she didn't remember much of a social protocol she learned with milk; but her body clearly had some instincts that dictated how to behave. While her mind was rushing to find a way from the strange situation she got herself into in a blink of an eye; her body reacted to the other wolf's movement with raised hackles.
Her eyes seemed frozen on the grey wolf; but she in fact was very attentive to surroundings and to the other wolf; would youngling move against her? Based on the little chunk of their talk; she might as well be. "You stand no chance; yet you can't convince myself to run away? Dear; dear; you're still alive with this attitude; but now you do remember better why you came here in the first place; eh? Avoiding all the wolves on your way" — the thought rushed fast and terminated abruptly as she noticed that she is actually growling warningly; exposing her fangs half way and her ears are tightly pressed to the back of her head.
The wolf forced herself to stop. She just shut up; with a speed of lightning hitting a tree she managed to get from her aggressive response back to a neutral one and her ears slowly moved back up. And then she did something she wasn't used to at all — making a small step she backed off; her body still tense and ready for any outcome; she at least was sure she's not going to dive into any fight head first. "Maybe this all can go well; for a change" she quickly thought; her tail; stopping being a banner of her implied dominance; flicked playfully side to side a few times.