Lauren was tentatively pleased when the wolves didn't automatically go for her throat; there was one that seemed to be somewhat in charge, three smaller wolves. They had a look about them that made Lauren think they might be related. Not as though she could ask, of course, but she was thinking it. Of course, technically she could ask, if she wanted to shift back to human, but it was a full moon. The weres were stuck where they were for the night.
The larger wolf stepped towards her, drawing her attention from her inner monologue, and Lauren tensed, wary. But she was nothing if not skilled in animal body language, and the swishing tail mostly meant friendliness. Unless it meant he thought she was about to become a really fun toy.
But Lauren wasn't opposed to meeting new friends, as long as they weren't going to eat her. So when the wolf approached, she held her ground. Her tail didn't move - what she had of a tail, anyway - but her ears perked up tentatively, nose working as she monitored his scent for any sudden spikes that would signal aggression.