"... Friendly, then. Got it." She nods, and then kneels down. She doesn't close her eyes, but she breathes, slowly.

Calm your breath. The wolves advanced out of the underbrush.

The calm breath, calms your heart. Closer. Closer. Yet closer.

Your calm heart, calms your spirit's energy. They sniff, gently, and her arms are spread out, and they decide not to bother attacking. "Well. Didn't expect that to work."