Grouse Thicket Discovering fruits

sorry she's such a proud butthead! I enjoyed the thread. 

The female's muscles stiffened as she was referred to as girl, a dimunitive term that she took to be condescending lambasting as he shot further perceived daggers her way. A sigh was held in, not for the first time in this conversation, and she did not bother explaining that she was neither scout nor on pack duties. This simply was an exploration of her own amusement, one that was for its own sake - Menta's favorite kind.

But none of that was important as she had already made up her mind about departure, a more set idea this time than simply for the courteesy that she had just offered. He mentioned a wolf named Thor, who Menta didn't know but tucked away and registered as he claimed to share a pack with him - albeit without the pack's name. The cream nodded once, curtly, and offered a brief I wish you and yours well as standard politeness still dictated from her before turning around to trot off. Her pride called her away from here, away even from the delectable looking melas that he stood by - later, she would come calling again to enjoy them, but for now there was anywhere else to be.