[CactuarJoe]

The echoes of Embla's shout slowly faded off with the sound of surprised birds fluttering off. The wolf remained, it hadn't bolted, it hadn't charged, it just stood there, watching her. Embla slowly lowered the mattock so the iron head touched the ground, she kept a grip on it in case this was a smarter than normal wolf who was trying to trick her. "Shoo shoo." she said softly, waving her hand to try and get the wolf to leave. "Is this a wolf?" Embla thought to herself "Maybe it's only half of one." It wasn't uncommon to find half breed wolves near mountainous regions.

"So what are ya, wolf or no?" Embla asked crouching down and slowly extending her free hand out palm down. She knew this was risky but if what was in front of her did decide to attack she was confident she could handle it even in her crouched position. She was a stock dwarf and had powerful legs, it would be fairly simple to roll back and kick the wolf away should it pounce. Also if it did manage to get a bite out of here then she'd finally have some battle scars to bring home and tell stories of. Embellishments about the size of the wolf and her own actions would be weaved in but such was the norm with dwarves.

"I've got things to do today Wolf." Embla grumbled not wanting to turn her back without knowing the animals intentions, there was definitely something odd about this wolf though. It's eyes were locked on hers and followed her in an almost intelligent way. She definitely didn't want to turn her back to it without either scaring it off or killing it. Not that much else could happen in between, a druid she was not.