The Sentinels this side of paradise

Annabel still had a hard time taking it in. She was in a pack now, that meant she didn't have to endure the crippling feelings of isolation from being a lone wolf. She had grown so used to being alone, save for the occasional aggressive lone wolf that looked like it wanted to eat her for dinner. Annabel was brave, and she knew it. Well, it didn't exactly emanate off of her in waves, but her courage was there somewhere, tucked in. Hiding. And she was smart too. Her quick wit compensated for her lack of physical strength, and it  had saved her more than a few times. 

The cream she-wolf breathed in, her small frame expanding and then contracting as she exhaled shakily. Ok, don't freak out about this. They all look super friendly...right? Annabel tried to look like she was minding her own business, and pretended to be occupied. She started dragging her paw through the dirt, obviously very busy with important matters. Ants were crawling over her paw, seemingly trying to get to a dead caterpillar. Annabel tilted her head, and couldn't help but let curiousity get the best of her. Suddenly, a sharp stinging pain jolted her from her fixation. She yelped. "Ugh, they're the stinging kind." She nervously chuckled, hoping nobody had been watching her act like a half-witted pup.