The Heartwood How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?

For a while longer she explored alone, winds ruffling her pelt as she trekked onward, when suddenly she froze as pawsteps sounded behind her.

A greeting rang out to her and she soon caught sight of the one who had called out to her.  At first she wasn't really sure to do, but then a little nervously her body began to tremble a little bit as if on cue, and she foun herself at lost for words for a few moments.

"W-who are y-you."  She ventually stuttered out, with a fearful gaze.  While the female didn't look harmful she could never really be sure.  The wolves at Silvertip Mountain had been nice and yet they had done horrible things... terrible things that would never leave her mind.

So she had her reasons.