Hideaway Strath dodge left, dodge right

@Arturo @Hemlock

One has searched for the kindest words available and come up with only this; Cuicatl was looking rough. She had stomped up to the border with lingering agitation from her slip in the swamp (poor thing had lost her footing and gone face first into a mud patch) leaving brown indents behind her with each step. Before doing anything, she took a moment to try cleaning as much of the dirt pudding from her limbs as she could, but was sad to find that it had seemed to conjoin itself with her own fur(?)

Like I said, Cuicatl was looking rough.

She gave a defeated sigh and howled for someone to come find her, then flopped down into proper position. When greeted, whoever came to her first would find her on her back with her paws in the air and her tail swaying against the ground. First impressions were important, especially when one found themselves at the borders of a stranger with little to no real defense other than brute force. Cuicatl was no dummy; she knew if one of these pack wolves saw her "defending" herself by locking jaws with their leader, their wasn't enough force in the world that could save her.