Deepwood Weald parabol & parabola

Sounds good to me!

Feyre remained silent as the other woman spoke, cringing as she commented on her unfavorable awakening. She nodded along with the white wolf’s words, respectfully looking away as she snarled out a few of her words. Her paws itched to run away. Thankfully the woman, unkindly, suggested that she leave.
Her maw opened slightly to  answer the woman with her sweet words, “My apologies Uma, I will leave you in peace now.” Her words came out respectful as she nodded to the other wolf and padded away, following a warm breeze out of the forest.