Broken Antler Fen Running Never Helps

Ambrosia stopped when Pearl shook out her fur. If she wanted to come closer, that was on her. Bitterness rose in her throat, and she let loose a vicious snarl at Pearl for so much as asking.... And then her face twisted in surprise, obvious she hadn't meant the aggression. Her eyes grew apologetic as they met the white females green ones. She looked just confused as she imagined Pearl would be, and shook her head.
       "I-I don't know where that came from...."
She gulped, placing herself in a sitting position and looking at her paws. She wasn't sure she wanted to open up to a stranger like the female before her, but she felt her heart ache at the thought of sulking anymore.... It was, clearly, time to talk this through. She couldn't go around being aggressive towards Broken Antler Fens members, and she needed to be able to control herself were she ever to become a good ambassador. 
               "I have many problems, not one of which are pleasant. I would hate to burden a near stranger with my worries and guilt."