Attempting to catch her breath Kipling was about to boil over with another string of curses when she froze at the nudge, instead releasing a long winded sigh. To say she was ashamed was an understatement, she felt like digging a hole and sticking her head in it until Red disappeared. She wasn't some pup she was a full grown wolf who'd never bothered to master her own instincts, it was a miracle she hadn't shriveled up and been left to be picked apart by the crows at this point.
She expect a lot worse, for some sly remark but then her new friend wasn't much for words, and was pleasantly surprised at how passive she seemed to be about the whole thing. It did a lot to put Kipling on the track to feeling better about the whole ordeal. Red's advice was valuable to her, and she acknowledged it with a respectful dip of her head, it was obvious then one of them knew what they were doing and Kipling held her in high esteem.
Flipping back onto her paws, she shook out the stray petals and dirt that clung to her, taking a step towards the pointed stream. Yeah, I could definitely use a drink.
She managed to get out through the gasps of air she gulped between pants. Had she been more adept at body language and caught the girl's name she would've added a grateful, "Thanks, Red." But for now all she could manage was a subtle smile to her welcomed company, dipping her head down for a much needed drink.