Golden Glade all that he invested in goes straight to hell

It was surprising, and that surprise played out across her face — rarely could Ikkuma hold anything back — but it was just as swift to melt away when a voice burst through the trees, sounding too close, and spooking her. Already feeling out-of-sorts for making so much  noise, the girl side-stepped away from where she thought she heard the other wolf speaking, and found herself shoulder-checking a nearby tree, which made her spin haphazardly; Ikkuma braced herself in the next few seconds, stumbling out of cover in the process but otherwise not losing her stature.

She, more or less, had been caught red-handed by the other girl. A sheepish look painted her features next, her toffee-colored ears flipping about with uncertainty before an apologetic smile spread across her round face: Shit—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. What're you doing to that tree --? Maybe she should've introduced herself as requested, but Ikkuma was far too preoccupied by her own curiosity to care about that kind of stuff; she was looking back and forth between the tree and the girl in the next second.