Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

Last post from Qiliaq unless someone looks for her later. If that's the case, just tag me.

From the way the white wolf spoke about her (even if she couldn't understand their words) to the sudden scuffle playing out, Qiliaq finds her fear growing exponentially. She doesn't have time to think about how the white wolf said those things (like she isn't even there or isn't even real) before she's up on her feet and scrambling to get away. She doesn't realized the dark wolf is defending her, either, and so he'll never get a proper thank you. She only focuses on trying to get away, throwing herself off into the den nearby that's still empty.

Qiliaq curls her face into a tangle of legs and buries her nose, softly crying. Her body trembles but if she stays tucked away, everything will go away. If her parents had been here, maybe they would have made everything all right, but she's forced to hide alone in fear.