There are things that would make immediate sense to any onlooker. The black German Shepherd is not in fact a giant wolf, and it is not lunging to attack.

This is not something that she recognizes right away, and for a split-second her blood runs cold, and the shape hurtling towards her has her tensing for a moment, braced for a fight that...doesn't come. It's a dog, not a wolf, and one no taller than her waist at that. Everything about the animal gives off the sense that it's happy as anything to see her, sniffing her boots and wagging its tail madly, and that too-sharp light in her eyes fades as she cocks her head in confusion.

"Huh. Now where'd you come from?"

No sooner have the words left her mouth than where the dog had come from becomes readily apparent. Someone's moving in her direction with a flock of other assorted canines, and her brow lifts. Oh. Well. Hello there. That'd do nicely.

"Think you lost one," she remarks dryly, before taking to one knee in order to offer the animal a palm to sniff.