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

Behati was about to leave Kit to her feelings and failures, but the pet-wolf wouldn't take the hint. She all but fell over herself in her attempts to re-engage, spluttering something about stuff. Did Behati like stuff? The caramel wolf was about to spit something dismissive at the newcomer, but the memory of Lasher's booming voice cut the insult short. Show her the ropes. Be kind. Blahblahblahblah, blahblah. Something like that - all Behati knew was that he would leave her feeling guilty.

She shot a look over her shoulder. "Stuff? What kind of stuff?"