Wapun Meadow buried beneath ketchup packets

She takes the few seconds she’s given by the wolf’s surprise to gather herself, watching carefully as her chest heaves in sudden anxiety. No one had been in the meadow a few minutes ago and she hadn’t really been paying attention to the world around her, unaware she’d been making it obvious where she was. Ravioli stares back while she’s examined but eventually breaks off to luck to her left, then her right, and eventually begins to pick herself up and dust herself off.
 
“You shouldn’t surprise others like that,” she says, and though her voice shakes a little, she stands her ground with a firm stamp of her foot. After meeting two wolves that haven’t attempted to eat her, and this one not pursuing right away, she hopes the statistics to remain on her side.