Something Prickly

The Plateau. Indeed, they were an inescapable lot. But then such was the case when she was nearest to their borders. Though even outside their range, she came across their ilk, but it was in a more pleasant setting than what she endured now. The dark female was kind to offer her name yet the Vale wolf did not initial return the gesture. As a creature in pain, she was far more agitated than she knew herself to be, forfeiting all manner of courtesy for the principal of not appearing weak. It was an embarrassment, truly, to be caught while injured. Stubbornly she kept herself quiet even as the woman offered her aid once more. Rather than consider it openly, she kept what sight she had locked onto the female in a scrutinizing gaze. Her brows further creased in thought, forcing a prickled edge deeper into the crevice between eye and snout. She stifled a wince and best as she was able, though it did not withhold the sharp breath of pain. Her lip quivered slightly. “What is it that you can do?”