Blackfeather Woods Fog comes in on little cat feet

Quiet blinked at the wolf, realizing that he had thought her rude for not speaking. Her mouth opened, and nothing came out, but any fool could realize that she was laughing hysterically, though nothing but air came out of her maw. There, silently as she had been her whole life, Quiet laughed at this wolf, her mirth rolling off of her and shivering down her sides. She calmed herself, still amused by the utter hilarity of his smug posture. He thought he was being impressive, that he was being the man here. How droll.