Running with @snipps
Lowering her head so that she appears smaller and less intimidating, Sif slowly approaches the young one, tail wagging in a friendly manner. With most of the forest being covered in crystal, her sense of smell is heightened by the lack of interference; even at this distance she can detect the aroma of the strange pup’s soul.
Though she is not a species familiar to the great wolf, Sif can tell that the other is young because her soul shines bright. She has nary a trace of the darkness one would find on an adult’s soul. So... what is one so young doing so far from the city in these conditions?
Sif sits down in front of her, tilting her head to the side. She can’t ask any specifics, her inability to write on the ground effectively rendering her mute, but she hopes the general air of curiosity comes across. So preoccupied was she, that she didn’t notice the crystal giant - one her height - until it was nearly upon them.
Pinning her ears back, she jumps to her feet and stands between the pup and her new enemy, growling at it ferociously. She quickly draws her sword and leaps at it, driving it back.
Then, the monster steadies itself - shattering the crystal floor under its feet - and pushes back against the blade with all its strength.
A stalemate, it seems, between two house-sized giants.