Sequoia Coast how many centuries deep is your wound?

PP with permission!

She turns as the scent of another becomes apparent in her vicinity and her nose flares, trying to track if back to the wolves of the sound. The last thing she needs is some confrontation from their pesky neighbors to top of the sour feeling settling in her chest. Dark eyes watch as the two-toned, odd patterned wolf approaches and looks at her as if looking for something particular but her attention shifts immediately to the bird sitting between the stranger’s shoulder blades.

Ears fall back against her head, disregarding the words coming from his mouth as he gets closer. She lifts one paw, somewhat taken aback by the sudden approach but a Blackfeather wolf has never made the best decisions and though she is alone, she is not afraid. His size challenges her but he lacks the visual experience and she moves quickly, disregarding everything that he tries to go for. The moment he’s close enough, trying to search, she swings back and snaps at his face and moving quickly to overwhelm him and even snaps for the bird, wishing to crush it between her teeth for giving her a bad omen all those months ago. Swift feet and years of training easily move her and her tongue shouts blood, whether bird or wolf she does not care, but she will not stand for a Blackfeather wolf to get away so close to her home.