A familiar woman, the one who lived with the wolves, Iris, walked in and Alice was all smiles now, delighted to have company who might express interest in her esteemed talent. Where others shied, Alice engaged and carefully approached. From her books, Alice remembered that wolves - even a human who behaved like one - were territorial. She didn't want to disturb Iris in a way that she might misinterpret as a direct threat.
Alice purposely made noise, added bang to her step to show she wasn't trying to be stealthy or sneak up on her - not that she was ever skilled in the trait anyway. "Evening, Iris. You mind if I sit with you for a moment?" She questioned, waiting patiently for a answer. However, her eyes weren't as disciplined, all eager and urgent.