Witch's Marsh No Room in Frame

Haven watched as the black male seemed to be startled by her bark and lost his footing. Haven failed to stifle her laughter, as she couldn't help it. Oh, my god! She thought as she laughed, she hadn't realized before that she was so stealthy. She bounded forwards towards him, her face still cracking with a smile. The male stood straighter, composing himself and greeted her with an embarrassed 'sup'. Yo. She replied with a grin, not meaning to be rude or anything of the sort.

Sorry about that, you didn't seem to prepared for that. The Grove wolf chuffed, a small laugh bubbled around in her throat as the picture of the male crashing into the mud revisited her mind. I'm Haven, nice to meet you. She dipped her head respectfully, looking over the mal. He seemed sort of lanky, but strong none the less. He smelled of other wolves, so she figured he was from a pack. Seeing as she didn't know his rank, she decided that going ahead and being submissive seemed the smartest way to go. For all she knew she might've just been laughing at the alpha!

Lol xD