Hoshor Plains R&R

Oh man, what's he going to do? Mitanni fretted as she listened to the wolf's instructions and held her position, remaining perfectly still and fighting her instinct to bolt for her pack's border. Would he follow her if she tried to run all that way back? Would the border even make him stop, or would he possibly charge right in? All because I wanted to do a bit of scouting, she thought exasperatedly. Couldn't things just go nicely and not messily as they currently were?

He was practically sprinting across the distance between them, and when it seemed like he might collide with her the mottled black and brown wolf closed her eyes and braced for an impact. Only one didn't come. Instead, she heard the wolf stumble and fall, and by the time she opened her amber eyes again it was just in time to see him skid to a halt right atop her forepaws.

She blinked, wide-eyed and entirely stunned, into his grinning face, surprised to see that he was still in his full-friendly mode. Instinct pulled at her even harder to turn tail and run, but with him so close she couldn't think of moving and only tensed where she crouched, straining just slightly away from him. "I'd be better if you weren't laying on my paws," she answered tensely, very much unsure of how she was supposed to take his behavior. Was he simply overexcited and clumsy, or was there more to it than that?