Heron Lake Plateau inside my mind

Kid—what, because she was short?! The nerve—

But when she turned to greet whoever had called her kid (her powers of observation being as stunted as her stature at the moment) she saw who it was, and forgave them immediately, because it was her favorite of uncles, and she couldn't believe he was here—

She rushed to him and gave him a volley of excited chin-kisses, tail waving wildly and hitting against her haunches as she whined giddily. Clover could not deny that she had not been feeling the safest in her own home as of late, but with the return of her favorite wolf, such a feeling vanished immediately. 

He smelled of the new leadership, and knowing he was back in the fold bolstered her confidence. HELL YEAH! YOU'RE BACK! Clover hollered. Uhm, just so you know, Tit is a total fuckbag who tried to insult me by saying I was an inbred Coltley kid, so if you see him give him a good ol' smack to the dome. I was nervous to knock what remaining brain cells he has out of him, but on second thought, he can't get much worse. she said with a huff. 

But she didn't want to talk about that beautiful, one-eyed, son of a gun anymore. She wasted enough breath on him. If Tit wanted to talk shit about her mom and her uncle, though, she wanted to be sure he regretted it. 

You're here again though, that's what's important—how??? She was amazed, but most of all happy—she did not think he would ever come to run with them again.