Silvertip Mountain Moving On From The Past

Spring stand in her submissive position, but spoke.  ”I mean no harm.”  She whimpered quietly.  “I did not mean to trespass.” She stood up a little, but still in a submissive position.  “I can head back to the border if that is what you want.”  She finished.  Feeling pretty feather-brained.  How could she have a mistake like this?  Spring thought unhappily to herself.  Feeling her pelt twitch with nervousness.  She glanced at the wolves around her.  “Please.”  She whimpered.  “I am not a threat to you.”  She tucked her tail between her legs as far as it would go, then waited for a reply.  Feeling nervousness and anxiety gnaw at her innards.  She took another step towards the border.