[The wolf doesn't attack. Taylor's fairly certain he isn't going to, either - or, if he is, it's going to be Derek anyway. There's some animosity there, while the threads she's been guiding in have made her presence more acceptable. It gives her enough confidence to move forward, laying a hand on Derek's back for a moment as she steps past him, coming to a stop a short distance from the wolf, slowly dropping down into a crouch.
She doesn't reach out, keeps her body language open but not invasive, hands hanging loose over her knees. She reaches with her pathos instead, an impression of greeting - another wolf, safe, friendly, that it doesn't matter that she looks human.]
action; or I could just be slow as shit
She doesn't reach out, keeps her body language open but not invasive, hands hanging loose over her knees. She reaches with her pathos instead, an impression of greeting - another wolf, safe, friendly, that it doesn't matter that she looks human.]