Blackfeather Woods Isn't something missing?

The tiniest ring around her left pupil had turned a fresh green color, though it was hardly noticeable. What was more noticeable was the way she carried herself- proud and tall, even with her still petite frame. The world was hers now, she found, for she was the only one she could hear the thoughts of. The others were silent up there, forces driven by instinct more so than her. She could think and act for herself and doubted the wolves around her could. Especially her siblings were a special kind of dumb.

As she padded farther and farther away, she couldn't help but notice a scent she had smelled before. She blinked. From where did she recognize it? She let her tiny nose touch the wind, but just as she had found the scent again she heard something. Her head turned to the dark being and she raised an eyebrow. What did he want from her? A part of her was curious, but today was for exploring not conversing with some random wolf she had just stumbled upon.

No. She called out to him. She spoke mostly her father's language, but she knew the basics of that of her mother. "No" was something said very often around the den, and Astrid sort of understood what is stood for. Displeasure, she thought.