Otatso Wetlands I think I'm freaking out

She was put off by the dramatic response to her admission; after all, it wasn't like she had gotten them both lost. Her doubt was replaced with anger, which flared both her pride and stubbornness. Magpie had, after all, initially believed she knew her way back to the creek — it was the stranger that had recast her certainty to uncertainty by questioning it. Green eyes narrowed, and she was of the mind to simply leave the female here to her fate, but the words spoken by the other stayed her paws.

Magpie exhaled sharply through her nose at the female's dramatic sigh, and the commentary about their deaths injured the teenager's pride. Death was a part of life, the little wolf knew, but it would not take her yet if she could help it. She was settled. Giving the stranger a pointed, irritated bark, Magpie returned to her feet and began to walk the way she had come. I won't die here, but you can, if you want. Nevermind that if the stranger did follow, then it really would be her fault if they got lost.