Blacktail Deer Plateau at ease with the sunrise she's wearing

She had slipped away as soon as the rendezvous site had cleared out of notable wolves; mainly, those who would stop her from leaving. Ambling north, she picked up a trot as she slipped from the territory, spending the better half of an hour wandering the crags and bluffs, climbing higher than she ought to have. She was horribly sore by the end of it, and her forepaw throbbed and seemed an odd colour, but surely a little soreness was worth escaping the pack for a little while. 

Her hope of slipping back to the rendezvous unnoticed is dashed when she notices her father standing alongside a woman she doesn't know, talking, and - and offering a gesture that seems dangerously close to affectionate. Abandoning her silent entrance (there's hardly any point in doing so when she'd be noticed, anyway) she strode into the rendezvous with a lobe canted curiously and gaze hawkish. She was quick to relax her stiffening muscles, knowing that the was most definitely overthinking the minute gesture, and tried for a smile instead. "hello" she said simply, standing a little stiffly as to disguise her horrid soreness.