Porcupine Ridge roasted peanuts

Lemongrass whimpered as she was bitten again, the blood pooling in the snow around her shoulder. She stayed on her back, looking at the two older wolves with panicked eyes. "I-I didn't know that's how you t-told people to keep out. I'm s-sorry!" She'd grown up in a sterile environment, away from any sort of other animal. Her only impression was that the scent had come from someone simply relieving themselves, not that it was an actual signal.

She got up and stayed low, ears flat against her head and trail between her legs. "I'm really sorry. You guys can have the rabbit and crow, and I'll do away," she whimpered softly.