The arrival of the similarly patterned she-wolf had young Pip sinking even lower to the ground. Had any of them the mind for it, they could rip her legs right off with hardly any trouble at all. The thought had her curling her legs closer to her body so as to save them from such a horror. But the new arrival only expressed her dominance appropriately before assuring Pip she meant no harm.
When Crystal explained her situation, the yearling gave a soft sigh of relief. At least now they would understand she meant no disrespect by not answering their questions. Her friend's encouraging smile had Pip standing, though no where near her full height. The compliment on her fishing skills finally drew a small wag from her otherwise tucked tail.
Again, the male addressed her, but her anxiety returned in full as questions came that she could not easily answer. She couldn't simply say that she was lost, looking for her family. That she'd been taken from her land by strange creatures who walked on two legs and spoke in odd tongues. That should would like to remain under the protection of a pack until she found her family and that she would work her hardest to repay them for taking her in. She cast a worried glance to Crystal before her eyes fell onto her catch.
It was a risk approaching it considering it had already been gifted to them. But it wasn't her intention to take it back and she only hoped they wouldn't react violently to her drawing close. Pip edged forward and reached out with the end of her nose to nudge the fish closer to them before backing away again, her side now pressed against Crystal's legs.