She stares because the scent and sense of another wolf is familiar, and being able to tell is still new enough that Girl revels in it. She's forgotten that things like staring are considered rude, one of her many graces lost from spending so much time away from society. She thinks the right response is to apologize, but her curse and, its effect to her personality, still rings new. Girl bristles at the confrontational tone, hunches raised.

"I ain't doin' anything." She jams her hands into her pockets, frowning at Johanna. "Just lookin'."