Dragoncrest Cliffs Outcast Drake

so sorry for the wait!

She'd been slow on keeping up with the newer members, and thus when she bumped (literally) into the flank of a stranger, she whipped backward and bristled, trying for all the world to make her petite form look somewhat menacing. Her head had been downcast, attention on the scent she'd been tracking. For a moment, she was stiff and a tense mixture of shock and anger, but it faded as logic kicked in, and upon inspection, she recognized the scents of packmates on the boy's fur. "hello. sorry. I thought - sorry." She blurted, ears tilted sideways as she deflated.