Emmy had always been one who was ready to fight at a moment's notice. Her life had been hard and the streets had taught her to fight...and to fight well. While she wasn't one of those types who fought with everything that moved, she did fight when she felt threatened. So naturally, when the wolf came out of the shadows, Emmy's immediate reaction was to protect herself. Her hand was poised along the shaft of the knife, ready to pull it from its sheath and plunge it into the animal if she needed to.
But she hesitated, watching the wolf quietly. It wasn't often that one encountered a wolf that spoke. Her eyes rested on the beast, watching her sit much like a dog would. Her hand still touched the knife as he eyes looked over towards the sword. If the wolf attacked, she would not have enough time to grab the sword. So for now, her measly little knife was all the protection she had.
The words that entered her mind were calm and friendly, but they held a sense of business about them...like she needed to know the answer and that meant weather or not she was going to revoke her friendly posture. Emmerson had never really come into contact with too many weres before. Usually she surrounded herself with witches and occasionally a vampire or two. This place harbored all kinds of creatures that Emmy didn't quite understand.
Standing still, Emmy keeps her eyes locked on the wolf, as if waiting for her to attack so she had a reason to pull the knife from it's sheath. "Consider me a visitor passing through. I was unaware this was someone's territory." She didn't understand why someone would want to be in control of an abandoned warehouse, but she had seen crazier things.

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