Heron Lake Plateau to the door, in the floor

Ever since everything had gone down in flames with Siarut and Sunny from Morningside, Ceara had been noticeably spiky.  She'd been avoiding nearly everyone, and took great measures to veer around any fresh scent trails.  

She had been humiliated. It had not only been once but twice, and she was done trying to impress boys (and girls) that didn't want to give her the time of day.  She wasn't desirable.  So what?  There were only a handful of wolves who gave a shit about her, and that was all she'd needed.

So she was trying to convince herself, anyway.

The flamecloaked Epsilon had just finished marking the borders and was headed to the lake to dip off when she saw the form of the boy crouching in the distance, watching the waterfowl.  It was someone she did not recognize which caused her brow to quirk — she had smelled him around, but there were few that the busybody hadn't yet met — and she lowered herself and stalked up next to him.