Blacktail Deer Plateau we are, we are, we are, we are, we were

Edit @ 6/16: Oof... editing a conclusion onto this to avoid dead threads in my log...

Osprey saw a set of black legs approaching, upside down and from the corner of her eye. Figuring it was her mom, dad or any one of the billion other black wolves she knew, she didn't cease or even pause her wild leg waggling. She grunted as she writhed about in the grass like a dying fish flopping on some riverbank. Only when an unfamiliar voice spoke a strange word did Junior fall still, quite abruptly.

Grunting again, she rolled onto her belly, tufts of grass clinging to her disheveled fur. "Who is?" she questioned, recently having absorbed the difference between who and what, even if her grammar was wanting. She also seemed to have mastered some measure of volume control; praise the gods! "Who is?" she repeated even as she climbed to her feet, her eyes (one lightening, the other darkening) narrowing even as she stretched out to curiously sniff noses with the stranger.

Before the she-wolf could answer the puppy's eager question, something seemed to catch her eye. Quickly, she retreated, leaving a perplexed Junior staring after her. "Hey!" the whelp yelled indignantly after a moment, yet her shout did not draw the stranger back into the clearing and when Osprey loped to the break in the trees where she'd vanished, Osprey found nothing.

Finally, she turned and saw her father standing there. "Scared her off, didn't I?" the Alpha male quipped, lowering his muzzle when his daughter pranced up to him. Forgetting entirely about the strange female's cameo, Junior giggled and forgot her feelings of boredom and confinement as she went about affectionately mauling the Alpha male.