Blackfoot Forest Young lover's rage

Maja turned her head sharply, looking for the wolf who spoke. She was presented with a wolf who resembled a pile of snow with eyes. Her eyes sparkled silver this particular morning as she thought of a response. She felt snappy and pissed off, and didn't want to direct towards her packmates.

 She kept her pose neutral, despite her ranking. "I'm fine," she said, keeping her snappiness out of her voice. "I'm Maja," she introduced, slightly cautious, "And you?"