Altar of Twilight I am bouncing off these walls

Alya's ears flickered in displeasure. It was nothing big - the way he reacted to her just left a little to be desired. Was there something in her fur? Did she have a dumb expression on her face? Did he think she was ugly? Such thoughts drove her to distraction, and her steps faltered for a moment. Rather than try to smooth over the awkward motion, the dark girl just came to a halt several yards away, feeling off-kilter and wary.

If there was one thing she was not used to, it was wolves who didn't adore her. And if there were two things, they were falt ground and wolves who didn't adore her. At least they were on an incline.

"I'm Alya," she hedged, waiting to be fawned over, or greeted properly, or something.