Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

She’s not given much longer to sleep when a nose touches her, roughly, and she jerks awake too quickly. Her stomach rumbles with the sudden upset and her mouth begins to salivate, but nothing comes out of the heave. She blinks a few times and looks up at the tall, white wolf that at first she thinks is the large male that sleep in the den at night, but there’s something different about him. And he smells funny. The realization for all of this happens so fast that she moves from heaving to a panicked backward shuffle away and the girl urinates on herself—only to be splashed around by flailing and panicked limbs until she comes to a stuff halt in the mess she’s made.