Blacktail Deer Plateau i don't know what i'm doing

She cowered when the other wolf rounded on her, shrinking in stature as her tail, now slightly fluffed out, curled about her feet. Her wide eyes stared up at Behati. Not only was she intimidated by the other wolf, she felt utterly worthless to not know a simple term like 'cache'; except she did know. Sort of. She had buried her food before, but she simply had no term to use with the behavior. She held her tongue until Behati had finished speaking, though her nose wrinkled at the mention of food that was a 'bit rotten'. But before she could respond, the other wolf was trying to make her exit.

"Wait!" she hurriedly pleaded. "I've buried food before! I just... I didn't know what the word was, that's all." The corner of her mouth quirked into a half smile, fishing for forgiveness. She had never dug a den, but was afraid to admit it or ask any more questions, so she... sat there and stared dumbly because she had no idea how to engage with this girl. "Do you like... stuff?" She squeaked.