Silvertip Mountain Go on, give it all you got

Niita turned at the chuff, hearing one of her pack mates enter the clearing. It was Zeke whom she had recently begun to count as a friend. The tips of her small ears burned with embarassment, feeling like a child for taking her anger out on the tree.

With a huff, Niita too turned her eyes to the sun. "Yeah, I seem to be failing a lot here of late." Niita winced, hating that she couldn't even help her pack. "I suppose I shouldn't take my anger out on the tree though." Niita patted the tree affectionately before turning to Zeke. "How do you release anger, besides beating up trees?"