As the wolf waited around the corner, she could hear the steps getting closer, and then her keen nose would be able to pick up a slightly feminine scent, though clearly not a wolf, fox, or lizard by the scent.  As the figure rounded the corner, her shape covered in cloaks, the woman let out a squeak and took a step back at the sight of the teeth-baring sword-wielding wolf glaring back at her.  A bit of<em>fear</em>could be smelled off of her, and a dagger could be seen in her hand, but not raised...<br/><br/>(Roll initiative if you want to go combat/confrontation of that sort, or take whatever action otherwise)