operation little birdie

  She let both paws hang over the branch, watching him speak with eyes almost closed. "Ah, do I really smell that bad? I've never really smelled like a wildflower." When he made the comment of all wolves being different, she sneered in disgust. "Well I don't think they are different. Sure, I guess they can all be different in color and size, but on the inside they're all just cold blooded killers." She tucked both of her paws under her chest. She was never a fan of wolves. They killed her family. And for what? Walking in their territory? It made her want to spit in their faces.

  She looked down at the wolf and saw a strange marking on his shoulder. A red paw marking. What was that for? Well she didn't really care. What she cared about was getting out of the tree. He could camp there all day and night. She would soon have to escape or die trying. She needed to trick him. "If you are so full of yourself, than why don't you show me?"