**CHEYENNE**
It does not happen all at once.
If it did, I would know how to respond to it, because confrontation has shape and sound and intention, but this is quieter than that, a series of small shifts that only register if I pay attention to patterns instead of moments. I notice it first in the way people choose where to stand, not clustering or scattering, but angling themselves in relation to me as if distance itself has become a language they are learning to speak fluently.
I move through the packhouse with deliberate calm, keeping my pace even, my posture relaxed, and my attention outward rather than inward, because the moment I start monitoring myself too closely, it becomes visible, and visibility is what they are already calibrating around. In the corridors, wolves greet me po
