Blacktail Deer Plateau untold

Startled by a low growl that she could barely hear, the pale she-wolf glanced sharply up, her bright eyes widening and a dark smudge of brown dampening her muzzle. A silver male moved toward her, his voice and statement barely registering upon the young wolf as she felt her chest constrict with sudden nervousness. Her mind whirled at all of the possibilities of what she had done wrong – and yet logic would finally catch up to her rising panic, the male’s scent drifting to her and announcing boldly of his claim to this land with as much clarity as if he had made the statement with words.
 
Holding back a light tremor, the white she-wolf bent her muzzle lower, her eyes flitting away from him now to pause upon his paws. “No,” she finally allowed, relieved her own soft voice did not tremble. “My name is Siren – I was accepted by your Beta only a little while ago.”