Ankyra Sound Transpose

Though at first Pipit could not see the wolf inside, she could hear a clear indication of anxiety— claws scrambling against dead wood and soft fungi, presumably to face who had called out. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was better able to make out small lines of the hidden wolf, aided by the small trickles of light that filtered through the decrepit log. Her tail wagged, but she back away from the mouth of the hollow tree as she noted the distress in the other's voice. She didn't want to make it seem like she was coming in after her; even though this had been her initial intention.

"I didn't mean to sneak up on you," she said, speaking a little louder now that she had backed away several feet. "I was just following you—" Don't be creepy! "your scent... you see, I'm terribly lonely, and I was just looking for some company."