Hideaway Strath she knows when she cries for peace, she means someone else's blood

The water soaks through her thickening fur and she rolls this way and that, dipping her nose every so often and feeling the water make it all the way to her skin. With water in her ears and nose, she doesn’t notice the approach of the other young wolf until the words gargle through her ears. Mallaidh snaps her attention back, feeling water slosh off her face and mane, before straightening up as if she’d been caught red handed doing something she shouldn’t doing. The girl glances to her left, right, and then back at the pale colored girl with a confused look.
 
“I was just kinda… bathing, I guess,” she tells her, uncertain of the words spoken a moment and using the awkwardly growing interaction to explain her actions.