Golden Glade The edge of the land

As the woman approached, strong and sure, Feyre found herself huddling towards the earth. Her fluffy tail shielded itself underneath her small torso. As the other wolf came nearer, she rolled upside down, baring her underside to the femme in submission.
With certainty that her point was across, she slowly lifted herself to her paws, keeping her sunset eyes trained on the compact soil. When she spoke, her melodic voice came out soft, “I would like to request to be one of your pack…” She watched the fae’s expression for any signs of aggression. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with other wolves, and I promise to do everything I can to provide for the pack.” Feyre may be small, but her determination came through within her quiet words.