They accuse her of planning attack against them with responses such as the ones they give.

"You are the one with fur raised. You are the one offering up a threat"

"It is not. The unfortunate part is that if I were a threat to you, you might not receive any warning of it. And your stance, as Kellin said, would imply that you are more prone to attack than either of us" It seemed the threat they wove, it hung within the air before her. She'd asked for their company, and now they had turned upon her before they'd even set paw off as one. Her fur, her voice, everything showed forced anger, but her eyes, those were the most important. Windows to her soul, they were, like most wolves. Of course, lack of wolf contact had made for lack of shielding her eyes. The eyes she had, the held fear and confusion, as if she was in a forest fire, and didn't know which way to run. As her voice laced out, the ice of it now shattering under the force she was putting on herself, trying to sound dangerous. Fluffy, furry and thickly furred, long as well, her tail simply hung there, as if she had forgotten how to use other than running direction and balance. Speaking, her voice was that which explained, and anything that saw and heard her this way, should be scared, angry, or most likely, pity her. For this creature knew not on which the world of wolves anymore.

"I-I've changed my mind!" and with that, the poor wolf, hot with the rain not coming soon enough, and scared out of her wits by the fact her mind had created wolf eyes peering from within almost every bush, turned and pressed paw. Her gait was wobbly and erratic, and clearly showed panic unable to be uncontrolled. Not even the bear had scared her this badly.