Silver Moraine Yet it don't bother me

She watched him approach, almost in disbelief. "It's really you," she had been worried she wouldn't see him again, that he wouldn't want anything to do with her. That he would hate her much as Spring did. 

She rushed him then, running over to him as her whole body wiggled in obvious glee. She burrowed her head against his chest as she wrapped one foreleg around him, a sort of wolfy hug. 

Pulling back, she beamed up at him. "I missed you too. How is everyone? Does Spring still hate me?" Her voice grew quiet and timid at the end, still sad over her friend. 

Their last encounter had slipped her mind in her excitement to see him but as it reentered her mind she backed away somewhat awkwardly, putting about a foot between them. She cleared her throat quietly, suddenly shy.