Blacktail Deer Plateau summer days

Her silver leader was rather calm it seemed, while her own heart was going a mile a minute. His words did not soothe her -- it was still there somewhere? She peered nervously at him, her eyes drifting between him and the goldenrod she had all but abandoned in her haste.. now stern across the floor in a haphazard mess.

"It didn't get me yet," she clarified, slinking forward now and giving a shake of her pelt, as if to calm her nerves. She tiptoed closer to him, offering a scowl at his light teasing. Dante was the only wolf she had contact with thus far in the Plateau, and lowly, she was warming to his presence. He was kind, which was a good quality to seek in a friend. She nodded down to the goldenrod, withholding a sigh. "Occupational hazard," she murmured then, leaning down to nose bat the plants to see if any more bees would greet her by surprise.