Emberwood a partial list of things currently inside you: blood, skull, ghost

The other wolf’s blank response only makes things worse. Her jaw tightens, holding her breath. She’s just some stupid kid in his eyes, with a problem that isn’t that serious. She probably didn’t even have to run, but she did and now she can’t remember… something. When he does speak, offering advice? Maybe? She looks up to try and read his face and found nothing. He stoops to pick up his rabbit and turned toward his aforementioned pack claim. Mallaidh remains in place, watching him retreat from where she stands. Maybe it was an invitation, or warning, she can’t tell, and indecision doesn’t push her to follow after him.
 
Her ear twitches when the coyotes cry in the distance and she shakes out her fur again, turning away and trotting north.