Wild Berry Meadow fast enough to get in trouble but not fast enough to get away

She averted her gaze as he noticed her shiver, one side of her nose wrinkling.  If shivering could have been a voluntary action...  At least he didn't mention anything about it.  The Wilds were much colder than her previous abode and her pelt was not nearly as dense as even some of the more average wolves in the area — she was lucky she was not smooth-coated, or else she would have had a much harder time.

Thanks.  One of her flews quirked up in a halfhearted smirk, ego properly inflated.  She shifted, crossing one forepaw over the other, her posture a little more proud.  I haven't picked up much, but I figured it would help.

Her gunmetal eyes twinkled for just as he referred to her as the Little Dragon.  Don't know yet.  I will, ah, make do.  She always had.