Phoenix Maplewood just observe

"What the fucking hell?" Uncivilized... Such a dirty mouth for such a dirty wolf. She struggled to untangle himself, just as she did which only entangled them further. With a huff, she gave up on her endeavors, let him finish, then fished her legs for herself and scrambled back up to all fours. She shook out her pelt, hoping to shed whatever masculinity he might have forced upon her in their entrapment and looked to him. Well. Had he seen where the varmint went or not?

Definitely not. "Well, I didn't put you in my path." She affirmed. She simply been chasing the pine marten and it was long gone by now. That meant, she would be without dinner... which would also mean she'd be chasing of the hangry moods later. And bathing. Definitely bathing. She was not about to go prancing about these wilds wearing the passing scent of a male.

"How was I supposed to see it? It was running between your hairy legs!" Not that hers weren't hairy by any means... as wolves were cloaked in fur... but since they were both spouting nonsense, why not add to it? She huffed again and shook herself once more. She couldn't help but have a lingering feeling of being "unclean" and her coat was throughly ruffled. "And now I've lost my dinner and need to bathe." She looked to him with narrowed eyes.

"Which way to the nearest water spot?" she asked. Her sense of direction was terrible. If she searched for plants, she was a falcon. If she was looking for anything else, she was absolutely hopeless unless she eventually stumbled upon whatever it was she was looking for.