Silvertip Mountain A change of pace

Troubled with her memories, the large female kept her pace fast as she moved down the trail. Her mind was too consumed with bad memories of her past. He glassy eyes were clouded, a wave of pain washed over face as tears were going to slide down her cheeks.

She shook her head frantically, not willing to let them fall just yet. A small whimper escaped her lips as she walked, her head lowered towards the snow on the ground. With little awareness of how loud she was or where he paws landed, she continued to walk.

However, her nose was filled with a new scent. There was another wolf, one just like her. The scent was alike the mountain around her, she thought it was a pack wolf.

Although she wasn't feeling very talkative, she was at least open to meeting the other pack wolf whom she did not know about. She was still adjusting. However, she couldn't speak if she was crying, no she was not going to look like a weak female.

With a fierce shake of the head and swat on her muzzle from her paw, Krypton kept her pace the same as the felt herself approach the other, her eyes wandered over to the wolf that was stopped and looking over to where she was. She said nothing, but backed up a few steps, her ears flattened and head lowered to the ground. Then, with a cowardly whine escaping her lips, she turned her head away and exposed her neck to the most likely, powerful wolf. Any wolf was higher than her (mostly the ones whom she had met) and it was a mindset.

What do I do. Say something? What do I do? Oh god I'm such a coward, he'll think I'm a coward who can't even stand her own ground.